36 Self Identity (2/2)

I turned around to find Priscilla holding me, while I had crouched in front of the mirror. She looked at my face and bent it down into the sink. She turned the tap on for cold water and rinsed all of my blood off. While the blood washed away, I felt a new sense of peace within me. The cold water had numbed my pain. and so did Priscilla.

She turned the water off and carefully started wiping my face off. She managed to not touch even a single bruise. I stood in front of her, silently. I remembered her authoritative attitude and her meek persona all too well. But seeing her taking careful steps in wiping off her ex's wife was unique.

After the wipe she held my hands and dragged me out of the room. she walked and walked as I stuttered behind her. she opened one of the rooms, pulled me in and locked the door behind her. she pointed at the bed and I obeyed. I saw her angry self coming back to her, and I realised I genuinely felt afraid of her. She walked over to me with a first aid kit in her hands.

I knew what the first aid kit is used for. I also knew I was wounded. I also knew that it was Priscilla who was holding the kit. And yet, something didn't add up.

She dragged a chair and sat in front of me. After unzipping the kit, she took out a nail clipped and went to work on my long nails. Madonna loved when I ran my nails over her skin, and yet, I couldn't stop Priscilla from doing so. After all the snipping she filed them and made them smooth to touch. Next, she doused small pieces of cotton with antiseptic liquid and treated my bruises.

It stung at first, but it felt good after a while. Six wounds on my cheeks and under my eyes, and Priscilla touched all of them with her care, blowing small gushed of air over them when she removed the cotton. It was pleasant. It was nice.

I was at peace with myself once again, I thought, when I heard a knock on the door. Priscilla stood up and opened the door, only to find Brad standing there. He invited himself inside and sat on the bed without matching eyes with me. Priscilla locked the door and sat back on the chair in front of me.

”So, what did you want to ask?” I heard Brad's voice coming from behind as he posed the question to the woman in front.

”For all the time you wasted back there, you didn't explain your sex change,” Priscilla barked her question like its nothing. I didn't care about it in the first place, but now I was curious.

”Well, when I was a straight woman I was attracted to men. When I was involved with Madonna, I was attracted to women. I didn't know if I wanted to change my orientation, but it felt good when we had sex. And a word of advice, a person cant live without sex, even if he/she has encountered a devil in sheep's clothing.

So, short story, I still wanted to have sex with women. But I wanted to shed my skin. I didn't want my old body. It was tainted with Madonna touches. And Viola, I got under the blade and got my sex changed.”

”Lesbian sex is so much fun. Why didn't you stay that way?”

”I missed insertion. I missed how a penis twitched whenever it was in me. But with me as a male, I got to do the same thing. Ejaculating into a woman is too much of a fun now.”

”We don't want to hear your fun time stories. I was just curious if there was more to it.”

”Of course there is. I have been on bot sides. And to tell you the truth, I quite enjoy my present status as a male.”

The conversation between Priscilla and Brad was making me uncomfortable. So, I let Priscilla know that I was okay and stood up to leave.

She tossed me a key and said, ”Amaan has given us separate rooms. Your room is right next to this one. She knows that the situation is unbalanced right now, that's why she didn't put you with Madonna.”

I nodded and proceeded to leave. But on a whim, I turned around and asked Brad about his name choice.

He looked at his right hand for a second before answering the question,” The first thing I did after my gender change was to go to a club. I wanted to test how attractive I was to the crowd. That night I had sex three times with a stranger. It felt really good. Same thing next night. And it became a habit of mine to get into regular one-night stands.

But then one night I met a girl who preferred to talk rather than screw me. It felt nice for a change of pace. Eventually we dated for a year and got married. To her I told my real name. everybody else knew me by the name 'Brad'. Short for 'Bradley', my cheating ex husband. Sounds fascinating, doesn't it?”

”So, you used your cheating husband's name to sleep with women, who probably were already in a relationship?”

”I was too busy pounding them that I forgot to interview them about their relationship status.”

”But now that I have brought light to this fact, do you feel something churning inside of you?”

Nonchalantly, he replied, ”No, I'm perfectly fine.”

I smiled, relieved that we were all scum,

”Hmm! I guess we have all lost a bit of humanity, haven't we?” I said as I exited the room.