In class the next day the atmosphere is a little different, not necessarily a bad way. I sit down and stare out the window as usual. One of the girls taps my shoulder and I jolt out of surprise since I was in my own little world. She says, putting up her hands to nonverbally say sorry, "Oh I am sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Thank you for the cookies. They are delicious." I responded, "You are fine, don't worry about it. If anything, I should thank you. You all spoke up for me even though you don't like me and I wanted to make sure you know I greatly appreciated it." She asks genuinely curious, "Why didn't you tell them to stop?" I shrug dejectedly, "I feel like no matter what I say to you all, nobody ever listens so I figured I might as well stay silent." She starts making a weird face and she says, "Well we will have your back even if you can't say the words."
Did I seriously just win over my classmates with cookies? Part of me is thinking I could have just made them cookies a long time ago, but I know that wouldn't have changed their view of me since there wouldn't have been the same context of it being a thank-you gift. Something I have learned is that context is everything in social interactions. My last life had many misunderstandings and awkward moments because I tried to do or say something that was in the wrong context. Regardless, this result was a lot more than I anticipated. I just wanted to show my appreciation. The boys still hate me by the looks of it. All except Ren in the other class of course as we already know. It almost feels like a video game, like I just cleared a mission raising my reputation, passed a certain number and the reward was the girls believing me (at least partially) finally.
At the end of the day they announce that the knocker teams will have to practice on the weekends on either Saturday or Sunday and cooperate with the other class so we don't overlap practice days. Our class is apparently down one person and we are at a disadvantage. The main reason everyone is abuzz with this match is the winning class has no homework over the break. The girls are whispering and looking towards me. They then ask the professor, "Are girls able to play knocker?" Doctor Stirling says, "We have never had a girl participate, though there are no rules stating that it is not allowed." One of the girls then asks, "Can Violet play on the team with them so we can have even numbers? She exercises and doesn't seem like she would hold them back much." Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. I chime in with an ulterior motive, "I don't mind helping the guys out. It sounds fun actually." The boys are giving me the stink-eye, "I guess now we have a full team. Let's meet up on the field on Sunday afternoon to practice." Sunday afternoon I will be there. The professor says, "Any supplies you might need should be in the storage room. Items may include but aren't limited to, helmets, gloves, balls, etc." I will need to find a helmet, gloves and see if they have tinted goggles. Wearing shades seems dangerous on the field for a punching game and going without something to shield my eyes seems out of the question since I kind of need to not have blurry vision to play. Some of those boys who didn't seem too stoked for me joining the team said, "Are you sure about this? It might be better to just go without a person. Women can't play knocker. She is just going to hold us back." Some of the other guys shrug, "You might be right. I guess we will see." They all look at me before they leave.
I go immediately to my dorm for our daily chat. I wait on Rose and I feel a tug, "Violet, how was your day?" I tug, "The girls seem to not hate me anymore which I wasn't expecting. They convinced the boys to let me be on the knocker team to even the numbers and I agreed." Rose tugs the line, "Are you sure? That sport is very aggressive and you will be playing with nothing but the boys." I tug the line, "Well you see when they asked, I had an ulterior motive. A few certain someones should be playing on the opposing team which means I CAN HIT THEM MORE. I feel like the creator played too much last time after I got hit in the head so I didn't get much satisfaction since I wasn't even conscious to remember it." I say as I ball my left fist fantasizing about an opportunity to lay out those two perverts.
Rose giggles and tugs the line, "It is you we are talking about. What am I thinking of asking if you are ok with it? Of course you are. You are a very strong woman who can do exactly what she wants. I am very jealous of you in that aspect. It feels hard for me to take that kind of leap. It feels like you are my knight in shining armor." I tug the line, "I would fight any opponent for your honor Rose. I would even fight the world for you." Rose tugs the line blushing, "I know this might seem like it is off topic, but I remember you mentioning to me that your wife used to write stories about stories she wished ended differently. What did you call that?" I tug on the line, "It is called fan-fiction." She tugs the line, "What if I were to write a 'fan-fiction' of the story that is our lives? It might be a way to fight this story."
I tug on the line, "You know, I have not thought of that. It is most definitely worth a try. I will leave that task to you, since writing is not my strong suit." Rose tugs the line, "Don't worry, I am pretty decent at it. I won't let you read this at all until I am ready for you to." She says with a weird look that I think may be mischievous. I smile and tug the line, "I am not one to rush a masterpiece. I would love to live any life you have written for me." I blush, totally not realizing how it sounded until it left my lips. I mean, I obviously wouldn't mind spending the rest of this life with her at all like we have already told each other. I would love that. I love her. I think I have loved her for a long time. I know stereotypical uhaul-lesbian over here fighting all of the uhaul urges. Ha ha. If it wasn't for this damned curse.
She tugs the line, "I am starting to get all of these ideas and I think I need to go write them down." I tug on the line, "My wife used to call that the 'brain-goblin'. When that inspiration hits so hard that it consumes all that you think about." Rose giggles and tugs the line, "That is kind of cute. I might steal that. Ok, let me go and start working on our story. You can't read it until I am done." I tug on the line, "I would definitely love to read it. I want to read all of the things you write." I blush again after I say that. I find myself saying things I wouldn't say to anyone else frequently around Rose. My wife in my last life had me acting the same way. Rose gets a weird look on her face and tugs the line, "Ok I really need to go and work on this now. Take care, Violet. Don't do anything to open those stitches on your hand so it can heal." I tug the line, "Ok. Only because you asked it of me. I will try and be good." She smiles and waves and drops the cup.
Once she is gone, I drop down in a depressive slump. Having this issue in this life really makes me wish I was more grateful for all of the things in my first life. I wasn't cursed, had a loving wife, a beautiful family and we were very happy. How could I have ever taken those days for granted and complained about some silly things? Things that all seem so insignificant now, now that I have actual problems. I was a fool in that life. An utter fool. I hope my wife, wherever she is, forgives that fool of a wife of hers.
On Saturday, before going to Doc's workshop to work on the cart, I go to the storage room to find some supplies for Knocker. I can't find a helmet that fits, but I am able to find some gloves that fit. Apparently all of the helmets are mainly for the boys since they are the ones playing the sport. I keep looking around for tinted goggles or something I can use to shield my eyes while we play. I can't seem to find anything. After several minutes coming up empty I take the gloves I found and leave and go to Doc's workshop.
I walk in the workshop and Doc perks up, "Miss Treece! Welcome, hey perfect timing. Can you go over those brakes you mentioned again? My notes just say they slow it down, but how?" I go over how brakes generally work and he puts his hand to his face absorbing the information. When I am done he says, "Ok, I think I know how I will do this." He then starts tinkering with the cart for maybe around an hour eliciting my help when he needed an extra set of hands. Then he says, "Ok. This lever here should brake the cart. Do you want to take it for a spin to test it?" I responded, "I sure would, but do we have a helmet for safety?" Doc then says, "Oh yes. Safety first always. Let me look around here to see if I have something." Doc then looks all around the workshop for a helmet and after a few minutes he says, "I don't think I have one in here. Let me run to the storage room to find one."
When he leaves it feels like he isn't gone long at all before I hear a slight commotion outside. I go outside and see the two perverts who are apparently back and they are harassing Lily. Every time I see her, I can't help but feel sorry for her because of her obvious back problems. Of course boys wouldn't care about that though. They are groping her chest and she has her eyes closed and is begging them to stop. They are laughing while continuing to grope her. I grab a 2x4 within reach with my good hand so I won't lie to Rose and hurt my bad hand and approach yelling, "I just know you perverts aren't harassing yet another girl when you just got back. You know if you are trying to court her, you are doing it all wrong. You have to respect their boundaries first and foremost."
One of the boys smacks his teeth, "Violet, we aren't messing with your precious Rose so pretend you don't see us." I then smack the 2x4 on things to make noise just for the hell of it and say, "She might not be my precious Rose, but she needs my help. If Rose were here, she would want me to help her. So are you going to leave her alone, or do you want me to rearrange your faces some more?" I say whacking the 2x4 on some more things for theatrics. They give more attitude and suck their teeth and retreat, "Whatever. She can't be around all the time."
Lily hasn't moved and her eyes are still closed. I dropped the 2x4 and approached her, "Hey, those perverts are gone. Are you ok?" She shakes her head, "Are you going to cut my face now?" I deeply sigh while rubbing the back of my neck, turning my gaze, "No. I know why you would ask that, but I would never do that. I am just glad you are ok. Well it seems you are not comfortable around me so I will just go then. Please be more careful in the future, and stay with some girls in your class. It is best to be in a buddy system with these perverts running around. Let me know if they bother you or anyone else and I will mess them up for you. The school doesn't want to discipline them to protect us, so I will take up that mantle. Some things are better handled by the 'villainess' especially since my reputation is garbage already. Well, I will leave you now."
I turn and wave to her while walking away and go back into the workshop. I sit down and wait for Doc to return and the door opens and I turn and it is her. She asks, "Is what Rose and Ren said true?" I nod assuming she is talking about the curse and she looks at me with a weird face, "They were telling the truth the whole time? I feel like such an idiot. I am sorry for the assumptions I made." She hesitates while crossing her arms like she is uncomfortable and continues, "Hey, I have a question, how did you get the boy's uniform? I think I would feel more comfortable wearing that uniform instead." I responded, "I can help you talk with the faculty. Would you like to go do that now?" She nods, "Yes please." I stand up from my chair, "Ok, give me one moment while I write a note to Doctor Grant to let him know where I am so he isn't worried since he will be back soon."
We got her fitted in her boy's uniform which was more involved than when I got my uniform because her breasts are so large. The faculty were staring hard (too hard and obviously inappropriately) trying to guess her size so in their confusion they just handed us several to try on and told us to let them know which one fit. She looks at her reflection in the girl's changing room with a huge smile on her face, "This feels so much more comfortable. Thank you so much for helping me, Violet." She does look a lot more comfortable with her body language. Her breasts are not popping in this uniform like they were in the other one which I think is precisely what she loves so much about it. She comes in and gives me a hug in her excitement, "You are really cool, Violet." I hug her back, "I am just glad you are comfortable now. We should only have to worry about learning here, but we are trying to survive. At this rate the girls' grades are going to suffer." Lily with passion, "Exactly! I just want to learn in peace." I then switch gears and ask, "So, where are you heading now? I can escort you there." She responds, "I am going to go back to my dorm. I have had enough excitement for the day."
I then walk her to her dorm and she holds my arm tightly up against her chest as we walk to her dorm. She tells me all about her awesome family and I make sure to mention my jealousy in a way so she knows just how lucky she is for having a supportive and protective family. When we get to her dorm she asks me if I want to come in for tea and I respond, "I will have to take a rain-check on that tea. I have to get back to Doctor Grant. I don't know if you saw, but we are at the testing phase of our cart we made and I just know he wants to play." Lily sighs, "Ok, come hang out with me sometime." I respond while she hugs me, "We can do that." She looks at me with a weird face I don't really understand and I wave and go back to the workshop.
I get back to the workshop and Doc says, "I hope everything is alright with that student." I respond while taking off my uniform blazer and roll up my sleeves, "Those perverts are back and at it again. They were harassing a girl from the other class, she is alright now. I wish there was something more I could do here for women's rights before I leave this world. There are so many that will still be fighting for their rights when I am gone and it doesn't seem fair that I can escape it with death while they have to continue living with this garbage world where we are treated like our only value strictly correlates with our marriageable potential. It is bullshit. We are worth so much more than that. Like look at Rose, she is brilliant yet men only see her beautiful face and rare hair color. She is literally smarter than every single one of those boys, yet they totally dismiss her intelligence. Not to mention she is a literal saint with saintly powers."
Doc sighs, "I can't pretend to know what you are going through since I was born a man into this world, but from an outside perspective it really is messed up. If the roles were reversed, the outcomes would not have been the same. Like if you actually did cut their penises off like you threatened to do, I can see them harshly punishing you for that. Something like prison, banishment, life-time of slavery or even as far as execution." I respond with passion, "It is so fucked up! They can force themselves on us all they want and when they are done we are tainted and lose marriageable value when they are the ones that forced themselves on us in the first place. The men in this world control the 'value' of women and it is sickening. They then go on to try and put it on the woman like it is her fault for seducing the men when it is them who can't control themselves. I like women too, but you don't see me sexually assaulting all of the women I am attracted to. They need to learn how to respect our boundaries."
Doc replies while pushing the cart to the door, "This world could definitely change for the better that is for sure. I think you can help with that. I think you can do more than you think you can." I help him with the doors so he can continue pushing it through and reply, "I wouldn't know where to start. I was not an activist in my previous life. How does one start to make a change of this magnitude?" Doc says, "Change starts from within. Like a caterpillar cocoons itself to turn into a butterfly as does everything else. I am sure something will come to you." From within. I want to change how they view us women as a whole here in this world. How can I do that from within? Doc seems to have faith in me so I guess I will think of something. I don't have much time. I have maybe a year and a half to work with maybe if that. This seems like a mission for a lifetime not less than 2 years. My head hurts right now. Let us stop thinking of this and focus on the cart.
We get to the hill we are going to use as testing and Doc puts the helmet on and gets in the driver's seat and looks to me, "Wish me luck, Miss Treece." I give him some jazz hands, "Sending all the luck, Doc. Before you start, let me go to the bottom just in case your brakes don't work so I can maybe help you stop in the worst case scenario." Doc replies while adjusting his goggles protecting his glasses, "Good thinking." I really hope his brakes work. Once I get in position I give the signal and he pushes off and starts flying down the hill. I hear him screaming, but in a roller coaster sort of way since he is having fun. The first thing I think right now is how Rose would react if she were to ride in this cart. To see her beautiful hair wave in the wind behind her. The look of excitement in her eyes. When he gets near the bottom of the hill he starts braking and I can see him visibly slow down thank goodness.
Once he gets to a complete stop he jumps out and dances around, "WE DID IT! That was a successful maiden voyage!" I knew Doc was really smart, but to get something like this on his first try with just me describing it is phenomenal. It is almost customary of a researcher to fail at least once or twice when trying to achieve something. Yet he did it. I know with my knowledge some might call it cheating, but don't overestimate my knowledge of things. I might be autistic, but that doesn't mean I am a genius. He took a general concept I described and made this working cart with it. With that we have completed the first step in creating a car in this world. Now he will have to tinker with ways to get it to run on its own. I go up to Doc and hug him. He says, "I am really thankful to have you here, Miss Treece." I responded by giving him a gentle squeeze with my arms, "I feel like I am the lucky one to have someone who believes in me like you do." He lets go and then says, "Let's get this back to the workshop. I have some ideas."
I then say, "Before you get carried away with your next project with the cart, I have something I want to run by you." He then says, "Sure what do you have?" While he grabs the cart and starts pushing it back up the hill. I go to the other side and help him push with my good hand. I ask him, "Do you have an idea of how I can protect my eyes while playing Knocker? I couldn't find any tinted goggles or anything like that in the storage room and I will need something to prevent my eyesight from getting blurry from overstimulation. Wearing my usual shades (I say pointing to my shades I am currently wearing with my bad hand) are out of the question since they will most definitely be a safety hazard to myself and anyone who punches me." Doc makes his thinking face and then says, "Hmmmm. I see your problem. I think I might be able to make something more suitable for a contact sport, but you will still have to be careful. It will probably take me several days or maybe even a few weeks to prepare it for you. It depends if I run into an issue or not." I would go to hug Doc right now if we weren't actively pushing this cart, "Thanks Doc. You are a lifesaver." Doc says with a warm smile, "You are very welcome. You help me with my research, and I help you how I can. I thoroughly enjoy our time together."
When we get the cart back to the workshop, it is around the time I talk to Rose. Doc, already knowing my habits at this point from our time together, says, "Go have your chat with Rose. I will get started on your request." I reply, throwing my jacket over my shoulder since I am pretty sweaty, "Will do. Thanks again for helping me." He smiles and waves as I leave. The straight girls back home would have squealed at his smile. Doc looks like Michael B. Jordan if he didn't have muscles, had light brown hair, and scholastic when he smiles like that. I go grab my phone from my room then head to Rose's room. It is a thing now to talk at her bedroom window on weekends and officially part of our routine. The cookies last time were a great call. This time I am bringing another snack. I made some dark chocolate covered fruit with sea salt sprinkled on top. Something I can do easily without having to worry about messing up my still wounded right hand. I made Rose a baggie filled with them along with her daily chamomile tea. Again not a perfect pairing, since they will be enjoyed separately. She smiles at me when she opens her window. I toss up the cup filled with the baggie of chocolate covered fruit and tea secured with a ribbon and she catches it first try. Or should I rephrase, I got the throw right my first try. It has been a struggle using this non-dominant hand, but I have been getting better.
She tugs the line after removing the care package, "Wow! First try today! Good throw, Violet! What did you make me today?" I smile at her honest enthusiasm and tug on the line, "Why don't you take a bite and find out?" She takes one out and pops one into her mouth and tugs the line, "Chocolate covered blueberries! I love them!" I giggle, "I am glad, how was your day, Rose?" She tugs the line popping another blueberry in her mouth and puts the hand not holding the cup to her face and she happily wiggles, "A lot better when I saw you. How was your day?" I tug the line, "Doc and I finished our cart and had a successful maiden voyage. He is also going to make something to help me play Knocker without hurting my eyes. Though that will take a while for him to make."
Rose tugs the line, "What are you going to do for practice in the meantime?" I tug the line, "I figured I could wear a cloaked hood to shield my eyes partially. Some light is bound to get through but it should be a good temporary fix. A cloak should fit over a helmet. Speaking of, they don't have any that would fit my head here. So I will have to go into town tomorrow morning to buy one." Rose tugs the line, "I hate how you have to go out and buy your own, but on the bright side at least you don't have to share a helmet with a stinky boy." I tug on the line laughing, "That is very true. I can just have my own stinky helmet." Rose tugs the line, "I don't think it would be that stinky." I tug the line, "You don't smell me right now. I was out sweating all day helping Doc out and I haven't had the opportunity to bathe yet. I am very ripe at the moment." I say laughing at the end. Rose tugs the line, "Now I really want to smell you." I tug the line laughing, "Weirdo." She tugs on the line, "Well, I am your weirdo. What is wrong with wanting to know all of the different smells of someone you love anyways?" I then tug on the line, "Ok. Well if you put it like that then I also want to smell all of your smells too." I say blushing. Rose laughs, "We are both a couple of weirdos then."
We talk until around midnight again and then we say our goodbyes. Rose tugs the line, "I hate this time of our talks. I wish you could just stay and talk me to sleep. I am scared I will make you overdo it again though." I tug on the line, "I would gladly overdo it with a smile on my face when it comes to you." Rose tugs the line, "Stop saying things like that. You will make me keep you here until dawn again. Sweet dreams, Violet." I tug on the line, "I hope my dreams are filled with nothing but your worst nightmares so you can have a peaceful night's sleep." Rose tosses the cup down gently and I roll it up and wave to Rose who is only illuminated by the moonlight glistening down now. She waves back making a face that I can't see since it is so dark and far away. Knowing me, I probably would not have recognized the emotion of the face even if I could see it. I am going to get a nice pair of pajamas I don't care about and sleep in them for a few days and give them to Rose. So they can get my scent, but not get dirty if you know what I mean.
I spend all morning going around shop to shop trying to find a dumb helmet that fits my head and I finally get one. By the time I get back to the academy, it is in the afternoon already and I am pushing it for time. I run to the field and all of the boys are kicking around a ball, "Look who finally decided to join us." I apologize while putting on my equipment, "Sorry, it took me a while to find a shop that sold a helmet that would fit my head." After I get my leather helmet on, I put my cloak hood on top of it and get some laughs but I could care less. Once I am suited up I go out on the field. I wonder what position they will put me in. I feel comfortable playing any position in soccer really so I feel like my skills will transfer over to knocker since it is just soccer with punching allowed. Punching changes the whole aspect of the game and changes how I would approach playing the game. There are things that work great in soccer that would be absolutely useless in knocker. Opponents trying to do fancy footwork get punched in the face as they are executing. I can just picture it now. I will have to use my footwork wisely that is for certain.
They are doing some passing drill that I easily pick up on and join in. Once they see that I can handle my own, tension seems to slowly dissipate as we start to have fun while playing. They currently have me playing attacking center mid right now. I hope they have me in this position when we play against the other class. Sure this position runs the most, but I will be able to hit all of their players. I pick up the flow of the game almost instantly and we play until dusk not realizing how much time passed because we were having so much fun. One core difference in this game is how I play this particular position. If this were soccer I would be doing more shots on goal, but in this sport this position is perfect for setting up assists so I am mainly playing a supporting role. I mainly run up to whoever has the ball and attack them and another teammate will get the ball while the other person is occupied with me and pass it to another teammate. Though sometimes nobody else is around so after I hit I sometimes have to pass it myself. The sun didn't really get that much in my eyes thanks to the cloak so it wasn't that bad at all. Though they are aching me quite a bit.
I had a blast. I take my bag that also had my phone in it anticipating a late practice and go straight to Rose's room. I am covered in sweat and dirt right now and am probably a sight to behold. I prepared Rose's tea and snack this morning. I made potato chips since I wouldn't have to worry about them melting in the sun during practice like I would have with chocolate. I get to her window and throw pebbles at it until she opens it. She laughs when she sees me and catches the cup when I throw it and tugs on it immediately, "You look like you rolled around in mud for hours." I tug on the line smiling a big smile since I had fun, "That is very correct. It was a blast, too. 10/10 highly recommended. Knocker is so fun. I was careful with my right hand and only used my right side to block. So don't worry. We were having so much fun playing that we lost track of time."
Rose tugs on the line, "Did the cloak work for your eyes?" I tug the line, "It worked pretty well. My eyes got a little achy but they didn't get blurry like they would have without the cloak. I will definitely still take it with me after Doc finishes my sports sunglasses. Since you never know what will happen. Always better to be prepared." Rose tugs on the line while still giggling at my disheveled appearance, "That is good thinking. Always better to be prepared. I am just really glad you had a good time. I am not going to lie. I have been worried a bit since the bullying incident in your class." I tug on the line, "All good here. Not sure if they like me now, but they were at least treating me like a bro on the field by the end of practice." Rose tugs on the line, "That is good. So how is it like being treated as one of the guys?" I laugh, "It is definitely a vacation from the oppression it is to be born female in this world. That is for sure."
Rose sighs, "Must have been nice. I think I will come watch you practice in the future." I tug on the line, "Make sure you always have another girl or Ren walk with you at all times, Rose. Those perverts are back so we have to be extra careful. Remember what I told you in case something happens, go after their soft spots like the groin, nose, eyes, etc." Rose tugs on the line, "I don't know. I think I would rather my knight in shining armor save me instead." I chuckle thinking I am her knight in shining armor, "I would drop any and everything for you, but I want you to be prepared just in case I am slow or maybe can't come to the rescue. I am terrified that I won't be able to protect you since I can't remain by your side." My voice quivers on the last bit. This is a terrifying world to be born a woman and especially a commoner with no powerful house to back them. I just had an idea. I can just hire a bodyguard for her. Precisely what I will do. I won't rely on Ren or any other woman. I can't believe I haven't thought of this idea sooner.
I tug on the line, "Is it ok with you if I am a little late to our talk tomorrow? There is something important I need to do in town. I can meet you here at your window instead of my window so you aren't waiting outside for a long time." Rose tugs on the line, "Anything you can tell me?" I tug on the line, "I already told you I would tell you everything, Rose. I am going to see about hiring you a bodyguard. In a perfect world, I would be your bodyguard staying by your side at all times. I can't do that though. I want the peace of mind knowing that you are safe. They can also protect you from me if we get too close. It is probably going to be a grueling process trying to find someone I would trust enough to watch you." Rose tugs on the line, "I am a nobody commoner and you would hire a bodyguard for me?"
I tug on the line, "You are not a nobody. You are the protagonist of the story of my life. Your life is most precious." She tugs on the line, "I beg to differ on that. Thank you for thinking of me." I tug on the line, "You say that like it is hard to. There is never a moment in my day when you are not on my mind. Like when Doc was racing down the hill yesterday in the cart we made I wanted you to be able to experience that same thrill. If you do want to try the cart, let me know so you can borrow my helmet. We have to protect the leading lady after all." I say with a wink that is probably missed since it is now dark. She tugs on the line, "I would LOVE that! That sounds so fun!" I tug on the line, "I will talk with Doc, but it will probably be this Saturday." Rose tugs on the line, "I am so excited." We continue talking until around midnight as per our usual weekend routine.
After school the next day I go to the local guild with my wallet in tow to put in a job request. I am met with hostility from the brawny guy at the counter immediately who says in a deep voice, "What does a cross dressing little girl want?" I responded in a slightly snarky tone, "This cross-dressing little girl wants to hire a bodyguard for another little girl." I say dumping out a lot of money. The look on the guy's face changes the moment he sees the money, "We can definitely work something out. What requirements do you have for this bodyguard position and who is it for?" I respond, "I would prefer them to be a woman, but if not I want a man that will keep his hands to himself and not touch her. They also need to be skilled enough to beat me in combat." The guy laughs, "Why would they need to beat you in combat?" I responded, "They won't be able to fulfill their duties if they can't defeat me." The guy seems a bit confused, "Ok those are weird conditions, but I will see what I can get lined up for you. I will send word to the academy when I find some candidates that meet your specifications. Here fill out this form with all of the details you told me and sign there." He says while pointing to a line at the bottom of the page.
Once I finish the paperwork at the guild I go straight to Rose's room. Knowing that I would be late, I packed the phone with my school supplies so I wouldn't have to go back to my room. I get to her window and she has it open already waiting for me. I toss up the cup with her chamomile tea in it and toss up a separate larger bag with her potato chips since she loved them from yesterday. I had to make more because of that obviously. I woke up early today to make them. Just like I did with Liz in my last life, I may have over prepared to make sure she has as much as she desires. She tugs on the string and says, "I am so glad you prepared a bigger bag, because the whole time last night I was wishing I had more. I love all things with potatoes." I tug on the string, "I also love all things with potatoes."
I made a separate bag for me because DUH. We sit there and we eat our chips and she tugs the string, "How did it go at the guild?" I tug the line, "We will see. They said they would get back in touch with me once some candidates meet my conditions." Rose tugs on the line, "What conditions did you have?" I tug on the line, "I first said how I would prefer a woman, but if not they would definitely need to know how to keep their hands to themselves. OBVIOUSLY. My other condition is that they have to be able to beat me in a fight. I need someone that can protect you from me." Rose tugs on the line, "So you are just going to fight random people over and over again until you find someone you find worthy of being my guard?" I tug on the line, "As many as I have to." Rose tugs the line, "Violet, I love you." I tug the line back, "I love you too, Rose." She tugged the line back, "I was so scared that you wouldn't say it back. Or not mean it romantically."
I laugh and tug on the cord, "Don't worry the love I have for you is very romantic in nature. To feel your lips against mine. Oh the things I would do just to feel your lips against mine. To remove your clothes and kiss and treasure every freckle on your body." Rose tugs on the line and purrs into the cup, "Ohhh, I will need you to stop. Otherwise I will need you to leave so I can take care of some built up tension." I tug on the line, "What built u-" Realizing now she meant masturbating I feel dumb. I immediately say while smacking my head, "Sorry I am slow, never mind. I can be dense sometimes." Rose tugs on the line laughing, "To have so much life experience sometimes it seems like you are an innocent little kid. Almost like if you are a virgin."
I tug on the line, "Well, technically in this body I am. Though I personally have experience with sexual things from my previous life. I am a great listener and I don't like leaving the bed until my partner orgasms at least twice. I wasn't like a sex god or anything or pretend I was the best in bed because I know I am not. I will however devote all of my attention to you and do whatever you desire of me. Be your breathing sex toy if you will." Rose tugs on the string, "Oh goddess, I will need some alone time. You are saying too many things that are making me hot right now." I laugh and tug on the line, "Then I can go touch myself too while thinking of only thoughts of you." Rose tugs on the string, "Goddesses damn this curse, I want to jump down from this window and tackle you to the ground and take you right here." I tug on the string, "As much as I would love you to have your way with me, please don't do anything to risk injury to yourself, Rose." She tugs on the string, "Well I know you would catch me." I tug on the string, "Obviously I would catch you, but that is beside the point." Rose tugs on the string, "I will be thinking nothing but thoughts of you. I love you, Violet." I tug on the string, "I love you too, Rose." She drops the cup down and I roll it up and head to my dorm.
This is a new thing for me in a relationship. Masturbating simultaneously but in different locations. Though we just said 'I love you' this doesn't feel rushed. At least to me. There is nothing I desire more than Rose's touch. If it weren't for this damned curse we would be together in a lovers embrace right now. I get in my room and take my clothes off and get into bed. I picture Rose in here with me. Touching where my hands are tracing. Closing my eyes to picture her here with me. Lightly tracing my fingers on my own skin imagining it was her touch instead. I desire her touch so badly. After a while of teasing myself I start touching myself and I moan while fantasizing about Rose touching me. This is my first time masturbating in this body now that I think about it. I wonder if my new lady parts down there changed what I needed to get off? I will definitely need more data and sadly probably will never get a chance to figure that out before I die. I coat my fingers in my juices and continue to touch myself swirling around my clit. I take my other hand and lightly pinch my nipples imagining Rose was responsible for every bit of pleasure I am feeling. I orgasm pretty quickly. Just the idea of her touching me gets me so excited.