“It is too late to take any extensive tours, but I would like to walk through the neighborhood past a few historic sites,” Greta said arriving back in the Philadelphia city limits.
She parked the car in the hotel lot and once inside the building, entered the stairwell that was empty and placed Valia around her neck. Valia kissed her deeply.
“Get us out of here,” Greta smiled.
Once again they wrapped their arms around each other and in an instant, were in the park across from the hotel. As they strolled to and finally through the historic district of Philadelphia, they passed the house that Betsy Ross lived in. “Such a quaint dwelling,” Greta said, “just the right size for us.” “You know, I am surprised that any memorial to a woman remains from that era,” Greta continued. “Everything is Founding Fathers this, or Founding Fathers that, yet they all had strong women behind them.”
“That’s very true,” said a short bald elderly man with long hair.
“You can see us?” Greta asked.
“And you can see me which is a rarity for me and a delight,” the gentleman replied, “I am Benjamin Franklin.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Greta smiled. “Well, then you know what I mean, since you had an endless parade of strong women in your life.”
“If we had it to do again, that would be changed along with so much else,” Franklin replied. “We would have ended slavery immediately, the natives of this land that were here before us would have been embraced and included in our plans rather than be slaughtered, so much would have been done differently.”
“Well for what it is worth, you didn’t get it perfect, but you did one hell of a job that’s for sure,” Greta replied. “I do have one question for you though,” Greta continued. “What would you recommend be done about today’s problems and about that greedy bastard in the White House?”
A voice to the left of them started speaking as the distinguished male figure appeared. “That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive to these ends, it is the Right of the People to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”
“My dear Mr. Jefferson, you look much better in person that your paintings,” Greta said. “You know that has always been my favorite line in the Declaration, if only it were that easy.”
“Miss Garbova,” a third voice began. It was George Washington who continued to speak. “You have an incredible gift at your disposal, the most powerful weapon this or any other country has had since the dawn of our existence, the power to command change that cannot be resisted.”
“Your saying I should use the power I have through this beautiful being from another world to force that change?” Greta asked.
“If that power would have been at my disposal, there never would have been another war on this planet,” Washington said.
“And you?” Greta asked of Jefferson and Franklin.
“We would authorize using that power in the blink of an eye,” they agreed.
“You have the power to heal a nation, indeed to heal a planet Miss Garbova, you simply need to start the revolution,” Washington said.
“Start that revolution from the top, and from within,” Franklin said.
“It could be fun,” Greta laughed.
Valia laughed, and the three Founding Fathers standing before them joined in that laughter before they vanished into thin air.
“I thought only I could see you?” Greta grinned.
“So did I,” Valia replied, looking for the first time a bit surprised.
“I’m getting hungry, and today it is going to be pizza,” Greta said. “Can you get us home quickly?”
Valia wrapped her arms around Greta and instantly they were back in the stairwell of their hotel.
Greta ordered a pizza to be delivered to the room. She insisted on Valia finally trying a bite. “Huh, huh?” Greta asked with a wide-eyed grin on her face.
“It’s good,” Valia laughed.
It had been a pretty full day for Greta, so she planned on an evening alone with Valia undisturbed. She filled the bathtub and took a long hot soak with her. They explored each other like two schoolgirls full of impish delight, convinced there was no limit to the erotic possibilities with each other.
Finished bathing, completely naked they wandered through the hotel corridors and down the stairway, pausing to make out as if it were the first time they had their arms around each other. They made their way to the outdoor pool where the setting sun glowed through them as they again made love.
“We leave for New York in the morning,” Greta said, feeling exhausted. Valia moved them to the room where Greta locked the door, turned out all but one dim nightlight and settled into a deep sleep holding Valia in her arms.
Chapter 13
WoManhattan
Greta wanted breakfast sent up to the room. She checked the numerous text and voice messages on her phone. Her email was loaded with messages from friends wondering where to meet in D.C. She had no clue. “Follow the throngs,” she replied, “and call me when you get there.” She had an email, text, and voice message from Sissy who was playing in New York later that night. “We are staying at the Chelsea Hotel, I reserved you a room at our discounted rate, Just check in as a member of the Female Cramps entourage, Hope you can still make it, Love Sissy.”
“Oh my, the Chelsea Hotel,” Greta said. “I wonder if they have parking?” she giggled. She confirmed her stay at the hotel to Sissy, and her attendance at her show, barring any unforeseen complications that might delay her.
Greta copied down the address to the Chelsea, and joined Valia on the bed, placing the Macbook on her lap. “This thing called the Internet which you can connect to with a computer, has been the most resourceful tool for bringing the planet together,” Greta said. “I can’t wait for the Universe Wide Web, but the World Wide Web is ok for now.”
Valia was able to navigate through the Web by willing it, and with lightning speed. “I wish I could do that,” Greta said.
“You can by now,” Valia replied.
“By now?” Greta asked.
“You’ve had enough time,” Valia replied. “Greta, the longer you are with me, the more you wear me, the more you love me, the more you become like me.”
“Am I dying?”
“No,” Valia smiled. “The real me, before the accident that brought our two worlds together.”
Greta turned to the Macbook and willed it to go to her favorite site to visit, updated daily, beautiful female models photographed with extremely good taste and photography. In an instant she was taken to the site. “Are you sure you did not just do that?” Greta laughed.
“Something else has changed on you overnight,” Valia replied, “stand up.” Greta did as she was asked, and was now standing eye to eye with Valia.
“Wow, is this for real?” she asked. “How tall are we now?”
“By your standards of measure, 193.04 centimeters, or 76 inches or 1.9304 meters, or 6.333 333 333 feet.”
“If only it were permanent, I have always wanted to be tall.” Greta laughed.
“It is permanent, you will remain this height whether you are wearing me or not,” Valia replied. “I am sorry, I should have told you.”
“Well, it looks like I will have a little bit of explaining to do to a gazillion friends and family members,” she giggled nervously. “I could tell them I’ve been on steroids.”
“Greta, something else has taken root inside you in the time we have been together,” Valia continued. “Your mind has evolved into the equivalent of mine, complete with all the powers our minds have over yours, and a power you can now tap into without wearing me.”
“Will my mind remain my own?” Greta asked.
“Your beautiful mind will always be your own,” Valia smiled, “just better.”
Greta removed Valia wanting to test what she had just told her. She willed Jamina to call her and in mom
ents her phone was ringing. “I will be checking out today darling and heading up to New York to see Sissy perform,” she said.
“That is fabulous, wish I could zip up to the Big Apple with you, but my Trans Fans need me,” Jamina laughed.
Wish me a safe trip, Greta suggested.
“Have a safe and happy trip,” Jamina said.
Tell me Rose is not the right girl for me, that you’ve never liked her, and do not remember that you said that, she thought.
“Greta, Rose is not the right girl for you,” Jamina replied. “I have never liked her.”
“Jamina, I love you my dear friend,” Greta said. “See you soon, and thank you.”
“Smooches darling, give my regards to Broadway,” Jamina replied and hung up.
Greta picked up a long tank top and walked over to the full-length mirror near the bathroom door. She put the top on and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The bottom of the shirt used to rest below her pubic bone, but it now rested midway between her pubic bone and her navel. She walked into the bathroom and noticed that the sink looked lower indeed. “I am going to need a new wardrobe,” she laughed.
She walked back to the bed and placed Valia around her neck. She was sitting in a chair watching her. “Am I becoming your twin?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“How much longer do I have before Greta no longer exists physically?” she asked with a huge smile.
“Before we leave this hotel,” Valia replied.
“You said we for the first time that I can remember since meeting you,” Greta said.
“When your change is complete, you will be able to see and do all that you needed to wear me around your neck for, the only difference is that I will not need to be worn by you to do so,” Valia replied. “We will be identical twins inside and out, with your mind remaining your own.”
“Sweet dreams are made of,” Greta’s phone rang. It was Rose. “Hello,” she answered, her voice sounding deeper.
“Greta, please let me get this out before you say anything,” Rose said. “This is not easy for me to say, but I’ve met someone and.”
“So have I,” Greta replied abruptly before hanging up and willing the phone turned off. She turned to look in the round mirror mounted over the dresser that her things were in. The reflection staring back at her was Valia’s. She removed Valia from around her neck, tossed her on the bed, and the image remained the same. She marveled in silence at her new body, identical to Valia’s in every detail, running her hands slowly over it, turning to see the exact sexy pattern she thought was a tattoo the first time she saw it, running from the base of her neck down along her shoulders and along her spine dissipating just before reaching her buttocks. As she gazed at her reflection in the mirror, her twin appeared next to her.
“We are one,” Valia said.
“I love you so much,” Greta replied, her voice now much deeper and identical to Valia’s.
“And I you.”
“I think it’s time for our first eye to eye shower sis,” Greta impishly grinned.
“Yes,” Valia replied.
In the shower Greta discovered the utter bliss of her new overly sensitive genitals that were now an identical match to Valia’s. She now knew how to bring Valia to a point of ejaculation as she collapsed in Greta’s arms on the bathtub surface shaking with orgasmic delight.
“I like my hair this color and length,” Greta said looking in the mirror, her hair now glowing brightly, blonde but striped with patches of the underlying layer of dark brown color identical to that of Valia. “My face is so perfect I don’t need any makeup,” she marveled looking closely at her reflection in the brightly lit mirror above the bathroom sink. “Well, maybe a touch of lipstick wouldn’t hurt. My eyebrows are perfect and I like them this dark,” Greta said running her fingers along them. “Does this mean I am not going to have to tweeze them?”
Valia laughed and walked back to the bed memorizing the directions needed to take them to New York, as well as all the streets in Manhattan. Greta walked into the room, pursing her bright red lips as she crawled onto the bed.
“You will still need me,” Valia said pointing to the necklace Greta left on the pillow. “Without it you can be seen, and you must not let its power fall into the wrong hands.”
“I am going to have to get used to not needing it to see you and be with you,” Greta smiled. “Have you plotted our course for today?”
“Yes.”
“Then let’s go see what all the hype is about the Chelsea Hotel and Sissy’s band,” Greta said and began packing. She took the Valia necklace and placed it back in its pouch and the passport carrier, and handed it to Valia. “Here, you slide it on,” she grinned. Valia slid the carrier as high up Greta’s thigh as it could go. “It’s not as snug with these thinner thighs of yours my dear.”
“No, thinner thighs of yours,” Valia replied. “There is no reversing that at this point my beautiful twin.”
Greta slid into her cut off jeans that fit looser in the waist and snugger in the hips. It was going to be hot day outside, so she slipped on a white tank top without a bra. “Well I am still a 38B,” she exclaimed, “but I may have to add a cup size for these new nipples to die for,” which were perfectly delineated in her top. Her sandals no longer fit, and with the size of her new feet, she knew that on her world it was going to be tough to find a grand selection of women’s shoes. “Well see if we can’t change that in the fashion world won’t we?” she laughed. “Are you ready Number One?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Greta willed her phone turned on and flew though the messages, completely bypassing those from Rose. It was as if she was a stranger now, and she could not stop thinking about how lucky she was that she and Valia found each other.
“She never would have gotten past her first encounter with me,” Valia said.
“I know,” Greta replied.
She tossed her room key on the front counter and settled her bill. “Tell me, where is the closest shoe store, nothing fancy,” she asked.
“That would be Bare Feet Shoes on Market St.” the young woman replied. “Thank you for choosing Best Western.”
Greta threw her things in the trunk of her car. She found the shoe store easily, and purchased a pair of Converse hi tops and a pair of men’s sandals that looked quite feminine, correct in her assumption that for now at least, she would have a hard time finding women’s shoes. Paying for her purchase, she noticed that the image on her driver’s license now matched her new face. Did you do that? she thought.
“Yes,” Valia giggled.
“I could not help but notice how many people have been staring at me and giving me a double take,” Greta said.
“They are not used to seeing a woman as tall and beautiful as you,” Valia replied. “Women as tall as your are far and few between for now.”
Greta threw her purchase in the trunk and drove off. “To the nearest Starbucks,” she said.
“Make a right at the corner and up three blocks,” Valia laughed.
Her latte in hand, Greta followed Valia’s direction and headed for New York. When she stopped for gas she had a host of truck drivers staring at her. “This isn’t going to stop is it?” she snickered.
“Probably not.” Valia replied.
Her sandals still felt too new, so she drove barefoot. She thought it fabulous that she could now see her twin while driving. “I’ve got to remember to think it rather than say it most of the time, or people are likely to think I am wacky,” she laughed. Greta turned on the radio and started singing along to a Madonna tune, “Haven’t we met, You’re some kind of a beautiful stranger, You could be good for me, I’ve had the taste for danger.”
“Follow the ramp onto New Jersey Turnpike North,” Valia said
Greta reached over to touch Valia’s cheek and continued to sing, “I looked into your eyes, And my world came tumbling down, You’re the devil in disguise, That’s why I’m singing this song.”
When they passed through the Holland Tunnel, they had arrived. This was her first trip to New York, and Greta marveled at all she saw around her. “You know, I never did order that breakfast and knowing me, I should be starving but I am not.” Greta said.
“You will find yourself eating less now.” Valia replied.
“What, no pizza?” Greta laughed. She found a parking spot down the block from a diner she passed. Walking from the parked car, she continued to turn heads with her graceful beauty. Inside she ordered an egg salad sandwich on rye and a coke. When she sat down to eat, a guy with long black hair offered her a business card and told her that if she was ever interested in professional modeling that she should call him. “Can you tell me how far the Chelsea Hotel is from here?” Greta asked.
“You’re just a few blocks away,” the gent replied. “I can’t quite place your accent, where are you from?”
“Chicago,” she replied. Greta found herself being able to read his thoughts. She could turn it on or off on a whim.
God she’s gorgeous, the gent thought before he spoke, “You’re what I might expect a vision of loveliness from another planet to look like if one arrived.”
Greta turned her head, looked at Valia and giggled. If he only knew, she thought as she replied to the gent. “That’s the nicest thing I have ever heard, from a guy.”
“Goodbye, enjoy your stay in New York,” he said and walked out the door.
I feel such intense energy being here, Greta thought before standing up and leaving with her coke. She walked side by side next to Valia back to the car. “Have I told you I love you since being here?” Greta asked.
“Yes,” Valia replied, “with each breath you take.”
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