As I was watching television, Rachel woke up to eat breakfast and hang out with me.
I said, “Hey Rachel, it’s so cool of you to let me stay with you to cut the costs of rent down. It’s really nice having you around as a friend.”
Rachel replied assuredly, “Thanks. Don’t worry about it. You’re a good friend, and I like hanging out with you.”
As we’re watching TV, a weird thought popped into my brain.
I replied, “Remember the weird van that was following us the other night? Do you think we’re being followed? Right as we speak? Like do you
think are phones are being wired and tapped?”
Rachel replied with ease to soothe me, “No, I think it was just a mere coincidence. And tapping phone lines are just things that people in
movies do. Or in the CIA. We’ll be fine.”
I said, “Okay, Rach. I trust you.”
Rachel just finished eating her cereal, and the other half of the eggs and pancakes that I left in the fridge, before proceeding to take a shower.
I proceeded to make a phone call to my friend, Tom, another fellow law student, who I drink beers with and hang out with on the weekends.
I said, “Hey Tommy! What’s going on, partner?”
Tommy replied, “Not much, bro! So what you up to Josh? Just hanging out with Rach and becoming a lawyer?”
I laughed and said, “Something like that. Rachel’s cool. She says hi. I hope I can become a lawyer, I’ve just passed the bar exam, and I’m
looking to apply to jobs to become a paralegal.”
Tommy responded, “Cool, cool, no doubt. You know, you should down some beers with me at the Crystal Meadows Pub, where we’ll hang out,
shoot the shit, and then play some pool. Afterwards, I know an owner of a law firm who’s hosting a house party, by the beach, where we can
surf and shit. It’s so cool. So cool, it’s wicked cool.”
I replied, “Sounds good, bro. Will meet up at the Crystal Meadows Pub. How about 1ish?”
Tommy replied, “Sounds good. Sounds good. 1 p.m. it is. If you need anything else, you know where to find me. You have my number. Gotta
go. Talk to you later.”
After he hung up, I received an anonymous phone call.
From a Star 69.
The person called me, and in a low voice, he said, “Is a Mr. Josh Regence there?”
Not wanting to give myself away, or knowing who this is, I said, “No, he is not in right now, but you could leave a message for him, when he
gets back. I’ll be sure to let him know you called.”
The mysterious caller said in a deep baritone, “Tell him we know everything.”
And click. Wow. That…was creepy.
Meanwhile, Rachel just finished coming out of the shower, wrapped up in a towel.
She asked quizzically before grinning widely, “So…is there anything interesting that I should know about? Is Tommy throwing another party?”
I said matter of factly, “We need to leave right now. I don’t know how they know where we live, or how they tracked my phone call, but we
must avoid them.”
Rachel replied calmly, “This is crazy. You’re probably being paranoid. Can I check your call logs?”
I replied coolly, “Go for it.”
Rachel scrolled down the incoming call list. It said two recent calls. One from a Thomas Phelps, who is a good friend of mine. The other said
it was a private call.
Rachel replied with a deep concern, “Huh. That’s weird. I don’t remember anyone following us.”
I said, “I do. They were after me. I don’t know why….there’s no time to explain. We must get some disguises so that they don’t know who we
are. Rachel, dress something that would not give away your identity.”
Rachel spoke almost in protest, but proceeded to go to her room, closing her blinds to change her clothes. Simultaneously, I decided to go to
my room, to change into my disguise.
The first thing she thought of was changing into a man. She used ace bandages to wrap tightly around to bind her big chest, which hurt her
chest painfully. Wincing, and cringing in pain, she adjusted it to the point where it flattened her chest, and was comfortable enough for her.
Then, she strapped on a prosthetic, six inch penis packer between hir legs. She used a welder to wedge a hole in the tip of her would be dick,
and went to the bathroom to practice peeing standing up. She thrust her hips forward, leaned in, and started to urinate into the toilet.
Success!
Rachel then put on some men’s hip hugging jeans and stared at herself in the mirror, before quickly dressing again. Then, she stuffed some
condoms inside each pocket of her pants and a wallet on her bottom pocket. Later, she put on a belt to make sure her jeans would not fall
down.
She then began frantically wiping off her lipstick, and went into the bathroom to put on chapstick. She then put on her reading glasses, while
tossing on a dark gray T-shirt, and a dark blue collared shirt on. She then used her eyeliner to outline a thin dark brown goatee on her face.
Afterwards, she cut her hair into a boy’s crewcut, as her long hair strands fell, as she flushed them down the toilet, nearly clogging it. Then,
she dyed her hair dark brown, with some shades of red, which was darker than her usual shade of just brown.
Now, she was looking to be a dapper, well groomed gentleman in her/his 20s who was a fledgling young adult. I came out at the same time
she did.
When I came out, I was wearing a blonde wig, with glasses, and shaved off my light brown goatee. I was wearing suspenders, and a white plaid
shirt.
When I saw Rachel, I doubled over in humongous surprise.
I said, “Wow! Who is this gentleman?”
Rachel replied, “This gentleman was formerly Rachel. Josh, should I be Randy or Axel?”
I replied, “I think Randy is a good name. My name will be J, instead of Josh. Or Regis.”
Randy/Rachel replied, “I still recognize you a little bit, J. Maybe you should wear a dress or something? But I like the idea of us as being nerdy
boy roommates.”
I replied coolly, “Yeah, me too.”
Randy replied, “Cool. Now, we have to visit my cousin where he’s going to make our new passports.”
I said, “Let’s go. Too bad we may have to skip Tommy’s house party, and definitely the meeting at the bar.”
Randy replied, “Well, we can always use another phone.”
The two of us began to leave, as we headed out to meet up with Randy’s cousin, who is an ID maker/forger, an underground goth/hippie,
clubgoer, and is a great friend of his. I feel more and more confident that we’ll avoid the mafiosos.