Verde’s Doohickey – Session 04

Disclaimer: This novel contains adult material including sexual themes and strong language.  This work is not suitable for minors. Reader discretion is advised.

Verde’s Doohickey
Session 04: The World of Girl Love

I just realized that I should explain why Maxxie’s room is a mess when she has a maid.  Quite simply, cleaning her own room is Maxxie’s sole household responsibility. Why exactly does she put this off so often?  Well, when you are unsure as to tackle a problem and are constantly tumbling your way into new projects, interests, hobbies, and such, it is easy to lose focus of something that is, in your mind, not fun in the slightest.  That, and she has the mentality where she does not need to fix something unless it is properly broken. I, however, simply could not spend an entire night amidst such clutter.

In order to negate an hour of silence beyond the ambient sound of ruffling, I took this opportunity to plop on and begin listening to Maxxie’s MP3 player, which housed several days worth of music on it, spanning all genres, styles, and levels of notoriety.  I briefly wondered how she found the time to even listen to all this stuff, but that question was quickly answered by the drawing tablet that leaned next to her iMac. She needed something to play in the background as she drew stuff. Anyhow, I ended up resuming a playlist she was listening to, named ‘The Worst X Mecha Yuri’.  I asked Maxxie about this at a later time, and apparently, the playlist is made up of albums from a pair of music labels that produce this weird electronic, ambient, experimental music made by and for complete weeaboos, with a lot of sampling and sound clips from animes I could not possibly traceback or name.

I actually found this to be a rather relaxing set of tunes that went well in immersing me into Maxxie’s life as I began murmuring my thoughts as I dug through her disheveled collection of things I honestly wonder if Maxxie even remembered buying.  Here are just some of the things I found lying in her room: A boxed Solid Snake Nedroid, a sealed copy of Freedom Wars, an Akira Toriyama artbook that I put aside to look through at a later time, an Amazon box filled with Pokemon Adventures manga box sets, a retro-themed Game Boy Advance SP.  If she got all of this a few days ago, it makes slightly more sense why she would forget about her second most anticipated game of all time. Slightly.

How did she afford all of this?  Well, she often gets an ample amount of birthday money, art commissions give her a nice bit of spending money, and then there is the allowance her parents give her for maintaining a 3.0 Grade Point Average.  Or in less pedantic terms, her parents had loads of money if that was not made clear by the mansion-like home she lived in.

Anyways, I cleaned Maxxie’s room until roughly 21:00, when I promptly laid down on Maxxie’s bed, taking a long sigh as I looked over my accomplishment.  Everything was categorized, all of the books were placed in alphabetical order, her figures were ‘tastefully disheveled’ throughout her room, her hardwood floor was clean and free of clutter, and I even cleaned her tablet and monitor screens.  Her massive walk-in closet was still filled with more disheveled clothes than I could hope to organize in a single night, but I did more than my share of cleaning for Maxxie. I admittedly wanted to do little more than sit down and relax, but as I felt drops of sweat coat my forehead, a side effect of performing a series of fast and frantic actions in a warm room and from the confines of a warm body.  I then let out a sigh, realizing that I would need to take a shower soon… 

As I said before, I saw her naked a handful of times in the past, but that did little to instill confidence in me at the very idea of taking a shower in Maxxie’s body.  It would not be a situation where she was in control, it would be one where I called the shots and managed everything. I would need to massage my hands over Maxxie’s original body, scrub it, take in every detail about her naked body from a first-person perspective, and I simply was not comfortable with that.  I sighed once more, realizing that it was an inevitability I would need to approach sooner or later, and, thankfully, something came knocking at Maxxie’s door, indicating that it would certainly need to be later. As I finished a post-cleaning stretch, I moseyed towards the door, mentally preparing myself for whoever could want my attention, asking myself what could possibly go wrong.  Well… the answer was not what I was expecting, let’s say that much.

I looked down as I opened the door to see Tyler Flare, Maxxie’s ten-year-old brother, a very lean and scrawny child who was currently about 1.4 meters tall.  He, naturally, resembled his sister quite closely, but while I would say that while Maxxie took more after her predominantly black and Indian father, Tyler took more after his East and Southeast Asian mother.  I mean, they were both ‘ethnic mutts’ as Maxxie liked to put it, but I’m just rambling at this point. Getting back on track, Tyler’s hair was in an untamed clump, much like myself at the moment, and he was wearing a light blue pajama top and some dark pants, both of which were about a size too large for him, with sleeves covering his hands and his pants rolled up so he did not trip on the legs.  It was oddly cute if I may be completely honest. Though, not so much that I couldn’t see the concern lacing his face as he began speaking to me in a muted whisper.

“Uh, hey sis… Can I talk to you… about something?”

“Sure thing Ty, you wanna talk in your room?”  I asked, using Maxxie’s pet name for the boy.

While his reaction was delayed, he did return with a steady nod, informing me to join him as we walked down the second-floor hallway, past the empty room of Maxxie’s parents, Kenneth and Eleanore, who were out on a business trip of some sort, and went into Tyler’s room.  Compared to Maxxie’s, it looked like something from a catalog. It was very open, clean, and minimalistic. There were a few figurines placed in the room, a framed Steven Universe poster, and a series of plastic containers that were all labeled and placed neatly on a shelf.  It was overall a pleasant room and reminded me a bit of my own if I were to get rid of a few things.  

Tyler and I sat on his bed as I looked at him with concern.  His regularly adorable face stricken with a very clear form of unrest, but despite knowing this kid for all his life, I really had no idea what was troubling him at the moment.

“I’ve been thinking about… the future.”  Tyler muttered as I tried getting closer to him, which he did not object to.

“C’mon, what exactly has got you so glum, chum?”  I asked, trying to lighten him up.  

“I’ve been thinking about middle school, and puberty, and…”  Tyler said as he looked away from me.

“Ty, I guess it is pretty scary, your body changes and people can be real buttholes when their hormones are going bonkers, but you’re strong enough to face any challenge that comes your way!  So just go for it, not worrying about your peers or cliques or any of that malarkey. Just be yourself and aim for making the most of your youth! And by the time you are a man, you will be all the stronger and better adjusted for it.”  I said, trying to give Maxxie-esque motivation to Tyler… but his response showed me just how little my efforts mattered.

“I don’t want to be a man.”  

As those words escaped his lips, Tyler distanced themselves from me as I stared at him, dazed by his response.

“What— um, do you mean you’re— and I’m not trying to rain on your festival of fun times and fill it with the frowns.  And I’d hate to be the despair bug that crawls up the drain and through your pee stream into your privates. But are you getting at—”  I stammered, trying to put up a mask while being genuinely afraid of the outcome of this conversation.

“I think I’m transgender,” Tyler said bluntly as she began to cry.

“I… I’ve known you all your life, seen you grow so much over the years, been with you through the best and the worst, and… I love you Tyler.  Boy or girl, that’s not changing, and if this is what you really want, I’m right there with you, buddy.” I said, giving up on trying to speak like the person I appeared to be, and embracing Tyler in a firm hug.

“T-Thanks Maxxie… I guess I should’ve expected as much, but…”  Tyler muttered as she cried in my sleeves.

Those words were like weights dragging my person down to the bottom of a watery abyss.  This was such an emotional moment for Tyler, coming out to her sister, but… I wasn’t her sister.  And while I knew it was outlandish to say something like this at a time like this, I did it anyway.

“Um… The thing about that is… I— I’m not actually Maxxie.”

“Wh-what?”  Tyler muttered as she rubbed her tear-soaked eyes.

“…I… I shouldn’t have said that you have a lot on your mind and… I guess this is actually sorta appropriate, in a weird way, but, I, well… I’m actually Jad.  Maxxie and I swapped bodies a couple of hours ago.” I stuttered out, hating myself for fucking this conversation up so badly.

“Maxxie, I…”

“No, Tyler, this is not a joke.  I am being completely serious right now, Maxxie and I— well, I, as in Jad, was given a body switching remote from… some woman by the name of Verde and Maxxie thought it would be fun if we switched bodies for the night.  But I’m guessing that she didn’t assume that you would come out as a trans-girl now of all nights…” I explained, nervously, and hopefully making it very clear that I was not the confident Maxxie she knew.

“I…”  Tyler began.

“Yes, I know it sounds like bullshit Tyler, but I have proof!  I have the VD and… wait, no, I… I left it at my house.” I said prior to falling silent with a look of embarrassment on my face.

“…I’d like it if you’d call me Terra from now on.”  Tyler requested as she looked up at me.

“Oh— s-sure… So, do you believe me or am—”

“I believe you.  You look just like her, but… I know you, Jad, and I know my sister.  And you definitely aren’t my sister.”

“Oh, well, um… Listen, this is a really, really big change in your life, and I think— I’m sure you do realize that, right?”  I questioned, still discomfort by the level of discomfort that flooded the room.

“Yes, I did my homework and made sure this is what I really wanted.  I’ve been thinking about it since third grade, and I… was really hoping that Maxxie could help me out.”  Terra told me as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Well, I… We should switch back tomorrow morning, I’ll call her and make sure, but for now… You’re a really brave person to be doing something like this, and I’m happy to see you take such initiative with your life.  I’ve known you since you were a week old. and I really do want to see you be happy. …I don’t really know much about this stuff, but I think you should tell Babs, Eleanore, and Kenneth on Thanksgiving, because they’re normally really busy up until Christmas, right?”  I said as I brought myself closer to Terra.

“Yeah.”  Terra nodded.

“And then, by the time 2015 comes rising up from the eternal horizon, you will get all you need to start your Hormone Replacement Therapy, or at least get some blockers.  With your lady levels increased, you’ll prep yourself for a middle school life not as the Tyler Flare people knew you as before, but as the new and mighty Terra Turbo Flare!”  

As I adopted this boisterous tone and channeled Maxxie’s mannerisms once more, I lifted Terra off her bed and raised her up high… but I was still getting used to the strength of my current body and wound up fumbling back onto the bed, where Terra toppled onto my belly.

“Hehehe, I don’t think that Maxxie could have said it better herself, Jad.”  Terra said as she looked at me with a loving expression.

“No problem, I just said what came naturally, and… if you want to test out the VD with Maxxie tomorrow, I’m sure she’d be totally down with it, but first, I should really call her.  And I’m really, really, really super sorry if I made this far more awkward than it needed to be. It’s just that—” I began rambling before Terra thankfully stopped me.

“It’s not your fault… Jad.  But, I… I have a lot I want to think about before bed.”  Terra explained as she wiped away the tear stains off of her face, and gave me an out that I took with little hesitation.  

I quickly made my way back to Maxxie’s room, shut the door, and promptly laid against a wall, sliding down as I let out a massive sigh of relief.  I looked up at her violet walls for a moment in an attempt to cleanse and temper my mind, only to remember that I should probably inform Maxxie of her sister’s coming out.  So I grabbed Maxxie’s smartphone and gave her a call, not even thinking about how I would explain what happened these past 10 minutes.

“What’s the word, my dear thunderbird?”  Maxxie asked as she answered my phone.

“I’ll just get to the important stuff, okay?”  I said with a distinct dryness in my voice.

“What happened?  Tyler walked in when you were checking out your goods?  I swear, that boy never knocks loud enough for me to hear over my jams.”

“That’s, um, that’s what I want to talk to you about.  You see, Tyler came out to me.”

“Oh, so my little bro-bro’s into boys?  Eh, I was hoping my pansexuality would rub off on him, but at least it’s cooler than being hetero like… 80 percent of the world.”

“Well, coming out has a couple of meanings, at least I thought it did, and calling Tyler— even calling them Tyler is—”

“Wait, what?  My bro-bro wants to be my sis-sis… actually, that sounds dumb— Not the T-Girl thing, of course, that’s flat out awesome, just the name I done conjured up there… And the gears just clunked in the right fashion, and I now realize what must’ve gone wrong with this whole shebang.”

“Yeah, I kinda told Tyler, Terra, as she wants to be called now, that I’m actually Jad.  I went along with it for a while, but…”

“Oh snap, that must’ve been super duper awkward… is Terra alright?”

“Terra’s, well, she was shaken up, so I can’t really say yes.  She’s not a mess, as far as I know, but…”

“Man, I really wish I was there to comfort her and give her some sisterly loving, but I’m guessing you tried at the very least, right?”

“Yeah, I think I helped her, but she probably needs someone on one time with you.  Seeing as how it’s… 21:30, I figure we’ll wait until tomorrow.” I explained to Maxxie as I laid on her bed.

“Yeah, let’s get together in half a day exactly, capeesh?”

“Sounds good, but what about—” 

“Shiaka and Zoe are still lined up for an 11:00 get together, right?  I’ll text them in a bit.”

“No, I just wanted to know what I should wear, I guess,” I explained as I looked into her massive closet, a prime example of her supposed organized chaos.

“Hm… my new stuff is still a day or two away, so… for tonight, get yourself all bundled up in that hoodie with the word ‘youth’ on it, pick out a skirt from my drawer, ‘cos you should lap up the feels they offer, but don’t forget the modesty shorts and ‘specially the panty.  Oh, and get some leggings to keep yourself from getting them chills. For tomorrow the twenty-third, you ought to scavenge for an outfit you’ve seen me wear a couple of times. Violet sweater, that navy dress thingie, some blue and pink stockings— the striped ones of course, and… ah.  Try and find that dragonfly hairpin you got me years and years ago, but be sure you brush my hair before you try getting all stylish.” Maxxie explained, pulling several outfits out of her head when I expected her to simply say ‘something sexy’.

“I— um, okay,”  I said as I began scavenging about her closet for the clothing she described.  

“And you did get yourself cleaned up, right?”

“No, not yet… and I cleaned up your room, so I’m a little sweaty… not that the tense situation with Terra helped much.”  I replied, knowing what she was going to say.

“Hop right to it then!  Oh, and you can still fap if you want to.  This whole Terra thing shouldn’t ruin your night if you were hoping to get your Flare on.”

“It… It’s fine, I don’t feel like masturbating after comforting a ten-year-old, Maxxie.”  I pointed out to her.

“Yeah, that’s fair, I guess. I just didn’t want to be the only one who masturbated when in each other’s bods.  I did it twice so far, and I’m thinking about a morning quickie already. I must invest-i-ma-gate that mysterious morning man-wood.”  Maxxie said while presumably looking at or touching her penis.

“Goldarn, you’re going to have masturbated more than I have in my entire life at this rate.  I just hope you haven’t made a mess.” I said as I tried to recall how much semen came with every ejaculation.

“No worries, I found some baggies in the kitchen that keep things mess-free.  Although, I’m sure I’d like doing it in the shower too. Hehehehe.”

“ I’ll see you tomorrow, bye Maxxie!”  I said as I ended our call, not wanting to have our seventieth conversation about cum.

Did you count the exact number or are you exaggerating?

Well, aren’t you supposed to be an omnipotent, as in all-seeing, being?  You should know the answer to that question.

Heh, I suppose that I could answer my own question there.  It’s a bit of a problem I have, figuring out how to make good jokes.

Actually, seeing as we are at a stopping point, I have to ask you something, Verde.

Shoot.

Are there any other… people like you?

There was one… they are no longer alive.  They were an awful and deplorable monster who greatly abused their powers…  Oh, I almost forgot! Goodness, where are my manners? Could I get you something Jad?  A drink, a snack, maybe some sweets?

There’s a reason why I’m borderline underweight, you know.  And my attention span isn’t that bad.

Look… I will explain everything to you if we go through this elongated session of mine up to its completion, okay?

Do I really have a choice but to go through with this?

Yes, yes you do.  In fact, I… right, you were a bit flustered at the time.   Behind you, there is a door. You may walk out of it if you wish to no longer partake in this experiment of mind.  That said, your memories of me, and this adventure of yours will all vanish and you will be none the wiser.

Oh, I never even thought to look behind this chair… But I’ll stay if that’s the case.  I’d hate for an experience like this to go to waste…


Verde’s Doohickey Main Page
Session 01: Re;Birth.exe
Session 02: Osananajimi;Myself
Session 03: Maximum Flare
Session 04: The World of Girl Love
Session 05: It’s Slippery When Wet
Session 06: T-Girl Trouble
Session 07: All The Warriors
Session 08: A School-Style Swap
Session 09: School Daze
Session 10: Starred Social Links
Session 11: Finer Foreshadowing
Session 12: Dark Dreams Develop Despair
Session 13: Back 2 Best Girl
Session 14: Can’t Even Shine In A Prism
Session 15: Maxxie Mit Melancholy
Session 16: The Long Walk Home
Session 17: Obtuse Origins – Omega Overdrive
Natalie Rambles About Verde’s Doohickey

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.