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Chapter 6
"Twenty-eight days Mel, that's it. You're already past the halfway mark." Dhayn's face looked so different on her screen. He had gone through his transition two days after the girls left but she still wasn't used to it. Mel was more than a little pissed at her mahmen for having made her miss it.
"I know, you're right. It would be so much easier if I didn't have to pretend to give a shit about all the dresses and parties. I thought I'd at least get a break from the glymera during my exile, but apparently they all have summer homes and the endless parties continue." Mel looked across her room at the latest monstrosity of a gown Cynthia had bought her. The pile of gold satin was thrown on the chair in the corner.
"Hey at least you're not alone."
"Sorry D, I'll stop. I guess it's really not that bad. Hey did I tell you I finally met their son Cynric?"
"No." Dhayn did not look too happy about the news.
"Ya, wow, he's really nice, and funny, and good-looking…" Dhayn's face was turning red and Mel could hear a faint growl coming through her speakers. "…and totally gay," she paused for effect and watched his face relax. "He's hiding it from his parents for now, but he let me know when he saw how nervous I was about the whole transition thing."
"Well that's…good, I guess. Hey have you heard from Tara lately?" He clearly wanted to change the subject.
"Not in a few days, she wasn't feeling so hot the last time we talked." Mel had been worried sick ever since, keeping her phone on her at all times, waiting and hoping to hear from her.
"I'm worried that she might be going into her transition, Thrett never came back from his patrol last night." Dhayn looked pretty scared and Mel's face probably matched his. No matter how much their race had learned over the centuries, the transition was still very dangerous. And, Mel realized with a shiver that meant she was next.
There was a light knock on her door and then her mahmen stepped into the room. She was dressed to the nines, her hair pulled back, her make-up just right, and her ears and fingers adorned with jewels. Her deep purple gown highlighted her bronze eyes, the exact same shade as Mel's own, and they were livid as she looked over Mel's current 'not ready' state.
"I've gotta go D. Talk to you later." Mel quickly turned off her screen and jumped up from her bed. She pulled off her oversized tee and stepped into the big satin dress. She turned and grabbed a bedpost so her mahmen could lace the corseted back. Cynthia huffed and walked over silently, grabbing the top of the dress. Mel squirmed as she was tugged and squeezed into shape. When she was done Cynthia stepped away and headed for the door.
"I'm sending in one of the doggen to fix your hair. Really Mehlisha would it kill you to try for once?" She slammed the door behind her.
Mel looked at herself in the mirror. The deep gold would never have been her choice, but when she saw it on, the gown was much prettier than she had expected. The color made her eyes sparkle and it accented her hair beautifully. The tight bodice was strapless with many layers of rouched satin that billowed out from her waist in gathers of more satin that just kissed the floor. It fit her perfectly and made her look almost curvy adding volume to her thin pre-trans body. She turned and looked at the back, the corset was laced with deep red satin, the tails of which ran almost to the floor. She looked at the matching red shoes and clutch sitting on her dresser and had to admit her mahmen had chosen well this time. Now that's a first Mel hoped that her ranting had gotten through to Cynthia, so that she could avoid another pink and frilly disaster.
There was a soft knock on the door and Mel called for the doggen to enter. She was happy to see Thalia when she walked in, the elderly doggen was by far her favorite and she trusted her to keep her from looking like a clown. Mel sat at the vanity and made polite conversation with Thalia as she brushed and pinned her hair, and then started on her make-up. Only twenty minutes went by and Mel was ready to go. Well, as ready as she could be, there was no improving her attitude.
The car ride seemed longer this time and when Mel stepped out she found out why. Apparently one of the things she had missed while ignoring her mahmen, was that this wasn't just another party, it was the summer festival. The venue was an outdoor ballroom set behind a very large, and very old, stone mansion. The grounds were immense and beautiful, lit up with lanterns and candles everywhere. There was a large dance floor set up, already filled with dancers, and a gazebo adorned with flowers and more lanterns, housing a string quartet.
Mel had separated from her mahmen and found Cynric. They were talking about everything and nothing, making fun of the more ridiculous outfits, when her mahmen appeared behind her. Cynthia grabbed Mel's arm and pulled her around the other side of the dance floor. Cynric came along and Mel was grateful to him for it, she hated being alone with her mahmen. At no cue Mel had heard Cynthia came to an abrupt stop and pulled her into a clumsy bow.
"It is an honor your majesties." Cynthia stood slowly pulling Mel up with her. "This is my daughter, Mehlisha."
Mel looked up, way up, to see a huge male dressed in all black, with long dark hair that fell like a curtain on either side of his face, and black wraparounds covering his eyes. Her eyes went huge and she almost took an involuntary step back, until she saw the male's hand stroking the blond head of a dog sitting beside him. Mel reached out her hand without thinking and then quickly drew it back. The beautiful dark-haired female standing on his other side laughed brightly.
"Thank you, but there is still no need for the Majesty nonsense, it just makes him upset," the female said with a smile, nodding toward the imposing male.
"I beg your pardon your…Beth, old habits die hard." Cynthia was blushing from head to toe. The female smiled at Cynthia reassuringly and then gave a small nod to Mel.
"It is lovely to finally meet you Mehlisha. My name is Beth, and this is His Majesty King Wrath." The King growled deep in his throat and his female laughed in response.
"It's an honor to meet you both." Mel did a small curtsy, and saw the resulting smile on her mahmen's face. "What is your dog's name?" Mel had always loved dogs, and she was eager now to hear the King's voice.
"This is George." The King's voice was low and commanding, but the name made Mel smile. She raised her eyebrow in question but respectfully stayed quiet. "His namesake was the first dog I had, looks just like him."
Mel was startled at the answer to her unspoken question but didn't have the time to think it through before her world came crashing down.
"So you're one of the females training to be inducted into the Brotherhood. Are you sure you're up for the challenge?" he asked with a teasing edge to his voice.
Mel saw her mahmen straighten out of the corner of her eye. She didn't want her to find out this way, this soon, but she couldn't appear weak in front of the King.
"Yes." There was resolve in her voice, she was done placating her mahmen; she was ready to fight, to serve. Mel heard a small gasp from beside her and then Beth lunged forward, catching Cynthia as she fainted.
…
Dhayn jumped as his cellphone buzzed in his pocket. He had fallen asleep watching TV and had been having a particularly steamy dream. This better be important, he thought, pulling the thing from his pocket and unlocking the screen. It was a text from a number he didn't recognize.
HEY D ITS MEL. SRY I DIDNT CALL.
Dhayn straightened up and quickly texted her back
WHAT HAPPENED?
LNG STORY SHRT - MET THE KING, MAHMEN FOUND OUT ABOUT TRAINING. GOT GROUNDED – LOL.
WHOS PHONE R U USING?
CYNRIC - I WONT B ABLE 2 TALK 4 IDK HOW LNG
FML THAT SUX! HOW R U?
NOT 2 GOOD, ITS GONNA HAPPEN SOON D. HOWS TARA?
FINE, SHE MADE IT THRU
THANK GOD, CAN U FILL HER IN? I G2G NOT ALWD 2 USE PHONE :(
YEP, MISS U, TXT ME WHEN U CAN
THX, ME 2, I WILL :)
Dhayn tossed his phone on the table in front of him. He'd been scared shitless for the past week and a half, worried about his girls. He had heard from Tara the week before which eased him a little but then he couldn't get a hold of Mel. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. He was happy that he knew she was okay, but they still weren't out of the water yet. By the sounds of it Mel was about to go into her transition, with Cynric. God I even hate his fucking name!
Dhayn grabbed his phone and set out for the gym. He texted Tara as he walked.
HEY T, MELS FINE, JUST GROUNDED – MISS U
Tara wouldn't get the text for another week, she was visiting the other side, but he had promised her he would text her an update as soon as he found out what was doing. As he walked through the tunnel he shoved his phone back in the pocket of his gym bag. When he reached the door to the training facility he placed his palm on the scanner to the right and waited to hear the slide and click of the lock disengaging. He went straight to the gym and got to work. He found that working out was still the best way to keep his mind off of the girls.
After about an hour of hard-core lifting and half that again on the treadmill, he set out for the change rooms to take a shower. He stripped down and left his clothes in a pile on the bench in the empty change room next to his gym bag. It was still a little weird for him being in there alone, and in his new body. It didn't feel like the same place he had been in every day for the past year. He turned on one of the showers and stepped under the warm spray. As he lathered himself up he felt a weird sense of being in someone else's skin, a feeling he had pretty much every night. He wondered to himself when those hands would feel like his hands. He continued to use the soap all over his new body, coming finally to his groin. He always left that area for last, knowing as soon as he touched his cock, he'd have to deal with it. The thing had a mind of its own, always wanting, never satisfied. He felt the shaft harden under his palm as he washed it, and shuddered at the contact.
It didn't matter how many times he'd given himself release, he'd always wanted more. Didn't stop him from trying though. He started stroking his shaft, first slowly and then picking up speed. He braced himself against the shower wall with his other hand as he focused on the dream he had been having; Mel and Tara on either side of his neck kissing and biting him. He came with a shudder and sagged against the wall. That wasn't the end of the dream or his pleasure from it. He spent the next half hour trying to fulfill the need inside him, until his legs grew weak and he used what strength he had left to get dressed and make it back to his room.
He collapsed on his bed, lost in thought. Well at least I'm getting it out of my system while the girls are away. Dhayn hated the idea of his hormones fucking up his chances with either of the girls. It was his one consolation to being left there alone. He'd had a hard enough time trying to keep his sex drive in check without them around. If they had been there all summer, close enough to see, and touch. Dhayn groaned and rolled onto his back, his now rock hard erection strained against his pants. Here we go again.
…
Two weeks later:
Mel was lounging by the indoor pool with Cynric when she heard her cell go off in her purse. Cyn got to it first and held it away from her, teasing her with his smile. Mel growled and crouched to pounce.
"Slow down there my little tiger, just tell me what I want to know and I'll hand it over." Cyn crossed his arms over his well-defined chest. His hazel eyes were gleaming with mischief.
"Fuck you, I'm not…" Cyn stretched his hand out over the pool and motioned to drop the phone in the water. "Don't! So not cool Cyn. Fine what do you want to know?"
"Which one are you going to choose? Tall dark and handsome, or tall curvy and beautiful?"
"Did I mention lately that I hate you?"
"Did I mention lately that you're a bitch? Spill. And just so you know my opinion, I think you should pick curvy."
"Oh really, and why is that?"
"Simple, so I can get my hands on handsome."
Not the right thing to say. Mel couldn't stop the growl before it was torn from her lips. She pounced on him without thinking and had her phone in her hand as he hit the ground, hard.
"I guess I have my answer then."
"Not likely." Mel smiled as she flipped open her phone and brought up the new text from Tara.
DONE PACKING. CANT WAIT 2 C U. THE PLAN STILL ON?
Mel worried her bottom lip.
GUESS I SHOULD PACK 2 LOL, MISS U 2…YES
"What plan?" Cyn had been reading over her shoulder.
"Nothing." She snapped her phone shut.
"You almost give me a concussion and then…"
"OK shut up. We're not going to see each other until we all meet on the roof tomorrow at midnight."
"And you were hiding this why? That's not much of a plan."
"The plan is to show off our new bodies…all of them."
"And who's brilliant idea was that?"
"Mine…Dhayn's…I don't really remember. It was a kind of like a challenge, I don't know, I know it sounds stupid but we all swore to do it when we were younger, so it is what it is."
"Oh, well that could be awkward."
"That's what I'm afraid of." Mel tucked her phone back into her purse and pushed Cyn into to pool. She laughed as he came up for air, trying hard not to think of what she was going home to - and how the hell to survive it unscathed.
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