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Tomboy: Turnabout

Chapter 2

Bisbee, Ohio, Bus station, Saturday afternoon…

The bus rolled to a stop. Kelly lifted her head, rubbed her weary eyes, and looked out the window. It was cloudy and dreary looking, but not raining. Not yet. That’s when she realized she was home. Bisbee.

Never thought I’m come back, she thought. I have lots of good memories here, but a lot of very bad ones, too.

Unwanted memories flooded her mind. Her face heated up as she remembered the shame. The humiliation of her most devastating personal defeat and the resulting subjugation. Visions of Jessica lording over her, forcing her to do the vilest, most degrading sex acts, returned with a vengeance. But even while Jessica and her classmates debased her body, forced her to perform like their trained sex doll, Kelly had her moments of glory. Of pride and accomplishment. It was the summer she became a super heroine.

While she never claimed a super heroine name, the media dubbed her “Blonde Justice.” As that perky heroine, Kelly fought the good fight. She took her licks, fell to bad guys and suffered the consequences, but she learned her lessons. She was ready to become Tomboy when she reached Dallas for the fall semester.

The previous summer was an emotional roller coaster, but it made her stronger, more resilient. Her trials and tribulations forged the woman she became. And she had excelled at Tomboy, and as college coed and softball player Kelly Kingsley.

Jessica turned me every which way but loose, but she made me a stronger woman.

Despite what Jessica, and the vast majority of Kelly’s graduating class, had done to her, Bisbee was still home. Her family had lived there for five generations. Her father was the last of her relatives, and the only reason she’d ever return. And there he was.

“Daddy,” she whispered, her heart welling up with love.

The elder Kingsley stood near the door, sucking on a cigarette. She shook her head, wishing he would quit. He was a good looking man, and Kelly worried his smoking removed a huge chunk of the dating pool for him. But her father was shy, so didn’t really pursue women.

Maybe I should make it my mission to find Daddy a girlfriend this summer? Kelly thought. Then she grimaced. I guess she’ll have to be a smoker, too.

The bus finally stopped and the driver opened the door. Kelly was immediately on her feet and heading for the door. All baggage was down below. And then as she stepped off the bus, Kelly’s father dropped his cigarette and rubbed it out beneath his foot. She started towards him, as he started towards her. Halfway to her father, Kelly took off running. She leapt into his arms and hugged him so tight.

“I missed you so much, Daddy!”

“I missed you, too, sweetie,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I’m sorry your team didn’t make the playoffs, but it’s good to have you back home, if only for a few months.”

“Please don’t mention the playoffs! We didn’t even qualify for them,” she said. “So close, but… No glory for us. I almost cried.”

If they’d made the playoffs, Kelly might still be in Dallas. She had mixed feelings.

“But just you wait until next year!” she said. “We’ll not only get to the girls’ softball playoffs, but win it all.”

Everything Kelly owned was stuffed into two very large, rolling suitcases and a backpack. Her father immediately shouldered the pack, grabbed one of the suitcases, and headed for the car. Kelly followed with the other suitcase clattering behind her with that one wanky wheel.

“I haven’t touched your bedroom, so it’s just as you left it fifty years ago.”

“Aww, that’s so… Fifty years? Ha. And you call me melodramatic.”

“I’m not that mellow,” he said. “Just dramatic.”

Moments later they stopped behind a late model Chevy S10 Blazer. It had a few dents, the tinting was peeling, and the maroon paint had faded pretty badly.

“New car?”

“Yeah, the other car gave up the ghost three months back.”

The interior proved to be in much better shape. Soon, they were on the road. The bus station was a good twenty minute drive from the house, so Kelly asked lots of questions to keep the conversation about him and how he spent his time. She had concocted some stories to share with him about her living a normal coed lifestyle, but with lots of studying instead of boys and booze. And that part was true, but she really spent most of her nights out as a masked vigilante.

“Do you want burgers or pizza for dinner?” he asked. “I was too excited to cook today.”

“Duh. Pizza,” she said. “I’m not a barbarian.”

They laughed. Kelly’s eyes drifted out onto the street. A cherry red BMW convertible was going in the opposite direction. As the two vehicles closed, Kelly’s baby blues locked on the other driver. Her heart skipped a beat.

Jessica!

The other driver cut her eyes over, and did a double take. Kelly and Jessica stared into each other’s eyes for maybe two seconds, and then they were past going opposite directions. But those two seconds left the blonde coed huffing and puffing, mind in turmoil. Heart racing. Stomach twisted in a knot.