The Lackadaisicals - Chapter 1 - What Comes of Dreams?
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The Lackadaisicals by Shandralyn Alaia ©2007
Preface: This story actually stemmed from a dream I had. I enjoyed it so
much that I had to write down the basic concept. That concept has
finally evolved into this story before you. I hope you enjoy it.
So you know, this chapter easily could be a standalone story, but I do
have further plans for Genevieve (hence the SIBC status).
Being my first story I'd appreciate any comments whether good or bad.
That way I can know what areas I need to improve on. Shandralyn Alaia
(shandr4lyn@gmail.com)
Chapter 1 - What Comes of Dreams?
Tyler stood in the midst of an impossibly long hallway. Eerie echoes of
his footsteps resonated throughout the area as his feet trod upon the
black and white checkered floor. To his sides were a multitude of
ominous lockers, stretching far up into the darkness above. A bell rang,
no, clamored down the hallway. Almost instantly the hall was filled with
shadowy figures and strange voices all intent on hurrying to their next
destination. They each stared at Tyler with hollow eyes as they past
him, sometimes bumping into him or giggling at him from behind.
Looking down Tyler realized he was carrying a crumpled paper in his hand,
strange, he didn't remember it being there before. Carefully he unfolded
it discovering that it was a schedule of his classes and he'd already
missed the first one. He did not want to be late for the next one so he
started running down the hall. But just as abruptly he stopped running
at the realization that he needed to have his book for class. Tyler
walked over to one of the lockers on the wall. Somehow he knew that it
was his locker and he frantically worked on the combination, one that he
couldn't remember. Soon the other students filtered out of the halls as
they reached their next class. He heard some girls giggle at him again
just as they disappeared into a classroom. He was alone again in the
forbidding hall.
Tyler tried opening the locker again and finally gave up in frustration
pounding his fists on the door several times. In defeat he turned his
back against the locker and sank down to the floor, holding his head down
above his bent knees. How could he go to class without his textbook?
How could he have missed his first class and now probably his second one
too? And then, just at the point where Tyler was in the depths defeat,
he heard a happily whistling tune carrying down the hall.
He looked down and could see a janitor with a mob and a bucket on wheels.
The man was slowly making his way down the hall, cleaning hundreds of
dirty footsteps from the floor. Soon he reached where Tyler was sitting
at. The man had a warm but weathered face. He stopped what he was doing
and leaned against the mop in front of him.
There was a slight sparkle in his eyes as he smiled over at Tyler and
asked, "So you gonna sit there all day feeling sorry for yourself or are
you going to do something about it?"
Tyler slowly stood up as he responded, "I would, it's just that I can't
get my locker open, and I need to get in it so I can get my book for
class."
The man shook his head slightly "You just don't get it do you. You have
all you need right here," he said as he poked Tyler's head with his
finger. "Oh, and that's not your locker, it's this one." The man then
reached over to the locker right next to the one Tyler had thought was
his and opened it with ease. Sure enough, there were all of Tyler's
books and things.
"How'd you..." Tyler started, wondering how the man had opened the locker
and how he'd known it was his when he was so sure that it was the other
one. But something about the man's expression as he stood there smiling
and holding the locker open told Tyler that it was a question better left
unanswered. "Never mind, thanks mister."
Tyler quickly grabbed his books and headed off to class. It was just
down the hall to the right and then up the stairs. It was strange that
he hadn't noticed the other hall and stairs before. Standing before the
classroom door he nervously opened it. As it cracked open a bright
light pierced his vision, behind the door was a rectangular doorway of
intense light. Somehow Tyler knew that his class was through the portal
and so he walked inside.
Tyler found himself sitting down in a classroom. He didn't remember
moving to this desk, but there he was. For the first time he realized
that this was all some sort of dream that he was experiencing. Hell, he
was 31 years old; he hadn't been in High School for 13 years. He slowly
looked around and saw around 50 other adults in the room, both men and
women. But unlike the other students he'd seen out in the halls who were
just shadowy forms, these people all had very distinct appearances. He
didn't recognize any of them, but they appeared to have come from all
walks of life, from working professionals to blue collar workers to drug
junkies.
The woman on his left seemed to fit the bill of ‘soccer mom' to a tee
with her mousy brunette hair, cut in a short and simple style. She wore a
pink collared shirt buttoned all the way up except for the top button.
She had simple blue jeans and white tennis shoes on her small feet. It
was all a very simple and modest fashion... yep, definitely a soccer mom.
On his right was a guy that practically screamed, "I'm a looser who still
lives in my mom's basement." He wore a black Dungeons and Dragons T-
shirt that should have been thrown out ages ago. His stubble looked 2
days old and his dirty blonde hair was about a month overdue for a
haircut (and probably a shower too). He had pale skin so white that
you'd wonder where the seven dwarves were. His jeans were riddled with
stains and holes, looking as if they could walk off on their own. On his
feet were black high tops and you could just barely see the tops of his
short socks sticking out of them. Yes, even if it was obvious he still
lived with his mother, it was just as obvious that she'd long ago given
up on helping him pick out what to wear.
Turning his attention away from those around him, Tyler looked around the
room. It appeared to be a typical classroom. They each sat in plain
white desks which having been tailored for teenaged students were an
uncomfortable fit for some. There was a large white board at the front
of the room. It was well used given that there were areas of red, green,
and black, where the dry erase markers hadn't been cleaned off
completely. Old notes could be read from it if you looked closely
enough. There was a large oak desk in the front of the room. The
surface of which was clean except for a small cylindrical container
holding various pens and pencils, next to which was a stapler and a neat
stack of papers. The was an office door on the right side of the front
of the room leading into the teacher's private office. The door had a
large glass pane, but it was too opaque to see anything other than a blur
of what was on the other side.
This place had a startlingly real feeling to it, given that this was some
kind of dream. Tyler wondered if he should try waking up but that
thought was interrupted by the back door jolting open as an old yet
familiar face emerged from it. It was Mr. Perkins, Tyler's old Calculus
teacher. Tyler only recognized him because he'd been a TA for Mr.
Perkins during his senior year.
The chatter in the room died down to silence as Mr. Perkins walked up to
the desk at the front of the room carrying some papers with him. "Well
class, I have the results of your final exam," he said, picking up the
stapler from the desk. "This is a list of your results, and whether you
have a passing grade for the class. Feel free to get up and check them."
Mr. Perkins then moved over to the left side of the room and stapled the
results to a bulletin board. He then stood back as all the students got
up to check their grades.
Having already forgotten this was a dream Tyler was lost in confusion. He
didn't recall taking a test, and yet there had been one. What was he
going to do? He didn't want to fail the class. Apprehensively he got up
and got in line to check his grade. When it was finally his turn he
frantically searched for his name, and there it was with an "F" next to
it. He'd failed... his shoulders slumped as despair began to set in.
Grudgingly Tyler found his way back to his seat. He was not alone, there
appeared to be several other faces distraught over the results as well.
Mr. Perkins then rapped his knuckles on the desk and everyone quieted
down to give him attention again. "Now for all of you lackadaisicals that
couldn't get it together and do it right the first time, I'm offering you
a unique opportunity, a make-up test. Those who passed are dismissed
from class." He then picked up the stack of papers from the desk and
started handing them out. As Mr. Perkins was doing so Tyler noticed that
a good third of the class was gone, they'd just simply disappeared.
Perhaps they were the ones that passed.
When Mr. Perkins handed Tyler the new test he just stared at it. He kept
picking up his pencil and then putting it back down again. Something
about this just felt wrong. He looked up and realized that everyone had
their tests now and that Mr. Perkins was sitting down at his desk. Then
Tyler did a double take as he realized teenaged boys and girls surrounded
him. Where there had been adults sitting there were now young kids, with
the world ahead of them. Tyler was the only adult left in the room. As
he was looking around alarmingly Tyler noticed Mr. Perkins piercing gaze
on him. Their eyes locked and Tyler fought the power of the man's
indomitable will bearing down on him. Tyler felt that he must start the
test, and yet he resisted, for some reason it was important to him.
Sweat formed on Mr. Perkins brow and his brows furled in frustration.
"Mr. Davis, you need to begin your test." It was more than a statement,
it was a command.
Tyler felt the need to start the test even more powerful than before. He
picked up the pencil again and was just about to write his name on it
before an untapped energy welled up from within him and he fiercely
yelled out "NO!" and slammed the pencil down. As Tyler looked up he
noticed that those closest to him were like blurred images, shifting
between their youthful and adult selves. None of the others seemed to be
able to look up from their tests though, despite Tyler's outburst.
Mr. Perkins looked furious now. He stood up from his desk and walked
right up to Tyler. He grabbed the sides of Tyler's head and looked
directly into Tyler's eyes. Mr. Perkins eyes were ablaze with fury over
the defiance Tyler had shown. "You must take the test! You all could
have been so much more! But NO! You squandered your lives and talents! I
will not let that happen! TAKE THE TEST!"
Tyler was thrown back by the man's statement. Instantly memories of how
he'd spent his life in mediocrity since High School flashed through his
mind like a torrential rain. It was true, he hadn't even completed
college, he'd bounced around from job to job, never doing anything he
truly loved. He'd tried to start a family to fill the void but had
failed miserably at that, his wife had left him after only 5 years of
marriage. She'd poisoned his children against him, but then again he
probably deserved it since he'd never given them the attention they
needed.
Tyler supposed he had squandered his life and the gifts he had. But Mr.
Perkins didn't understand the crux of Tyler's problem. Tyler had a hard
time living life to it's fullest because he's always wanted a different
life, one that he'd always considered unachievable. The pain and
bitterness of this thought stopped Tyler short and brought him back to
the present conflict. "No. You cannot do this, it isn't right. You
can't force us to live our lives over again the right way," Tyler said
sadly to the man.
Mr. Perkins just smiled evilly. "Oh yes, I think I can. Your thoughts
have betrayed you Mr. Davis... or should I say Miss Davis?" Tyler was
shocked, how could he possibly have read his thoughts? It was his
deepest, darkest secret, and this man just plucked it out of his mind.
Tyler has longed to be a girl ever since he was a child. He yearned to
be a part of that life, growing up as a girl, blossoming into a young
woman and then a mother. All things feminine intrigued him; he
fantasized about being part of that life. He was ashamed of his freakish
nature though and kept it hidden. This was the first time anyone had
ever found out.
"Let's see, how can I make this more encouraging for you?" Mr. Perkins
went on. "Ah yes, how about this?" He then stared into Tyler's eyes and
new images started flooding into Tyler's mind. He could see himself
growing up as a young girl with parents that adored her. An image of her
mother telling her how beautiful she was in her new Easter dress. Another
of her father teaching her how to ride the pink princess bike she got on
her 5th birthday. Then there was one of both her parents proudly
applauding her performance when her gymnastics team one first place. Just
as quickly as the last one left there was one of her first kiss with John
Andrews from across the street. There was another of her getting her ears
pierced. Memories of all her firsts that came with adolescence... first
bra, first period, first day in junior high, then high school. Her first
date with Matt Eastley, and how giddy she felt going on a date with one
of the hottest hunks in the senior class. The day she joined the
cheerleading squad, her first car, junior prom, the images kept flashing
faster and faster until the grand finale, the first time she had sex.
It was the near the end of summer just before her senior year. She was
17 and had been dating Cameron Bayle several months, he had been the one
to ask her out to the junior prom several months before and had been the
perfect gentleman. They'd been dating steady since then. She was madly
in love with Cam, his goofy sense of humor, the dimples on his cheeks
when he smiled, the way he looked at her with his sparkling hazel eyes
like there was no other woman in the world. She longed to be in his arms
where she felt safe and loved. Cameron was her first true love. He'd
taken her up to his dad's place on Edmund's Island. He'd prepared a
candlelight dinner out on the pavilion overlooking the ocean. They
laughed, dined, and wined (courtesy of Mr. Bayle's wine cellar) together.
When night fell they got some sleeping bags, zipped them together and lay
out on the trampoline, watching an amazing amount of shooting stars.
Later we learned that it was during the peak of the Persied meteor
shower.
It was in that romantic moment that Cameron began to kiss me deeply, he
caressed my breasts and chills ran down my spine. Heat of desire began
to build within me. I looked at him lovingly and told him that I was
ready. Ecstatic we both tore each other's clothes off. Cameron suckled
my naked breasts while fingering my vagina. A couple times he rubbed
against my clitoris sending waves of pleasure through me that allowed me
to see more than one kind of shooting star in my vision. I came twice
before he entered me. He did so slowly and gingerly, so that I felt
little pain except when my hymen broke. Then his man meat filled me with
an entirety that felt so incredibly sweet. I screamed out in pleasure
and lust as he moved faster and faster while I squeezed his delectable
rod harder and harder. We came in unison an explosion of fireworks
reverberating throughout my body. We lay there in the afterglow
caressing each other's bodies. It was an act we repeated several times
that night, each time just as enjoyable if not more so than the first.
Yes, Cameron turned out to be quite the stallion.
And then Tyler was back to the moment at hand. At this point the
resistance in Tyler had all but completely washed away. He still felt
what Mr. Perkins was doing was wrong, but he now lacked the strength to
fight it. Mr. Perkins had found Tyler's weakness, his one true desire.
Tyler's hand seemed to move of it's own accord. It picked up the pencil
and signed a name at the top of the paper with a girly flourish to it,
Genevieve Goddard. Tyler didn't even have time to wonder why the last
name was different before everything faded to black.
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"Genevieve, it's time to get up sweetie." Genevieve buried herself under
her blankets as sunlight flooded her room.
"Mooom! Why'd you have to open the blinds?!" she exclaimed in irritation
at having been woken up so rudely.
"C'mon ‘Vieve, you only have an hour before school, you need to get
ready." Her mother sternly replied.
Slowly Genevieve dragged herself out of bed. "Ok, ok, I'm up. It's just
I was having the weirdest dream when you woke me up and now I can't
remember it." Her face bunched up as she tried to recall it once more
but it seemed to have escaped her like wisp of vapor dispersing into
nothing with the morning sun.
"Honestly, I'm surprised you could sleep at all considering it's your
first day of high school. Well, better hurry hon, you don't want to be
late," Genevieve's mom said before leaving her room and heading
downstairs to cook some breakfast.
"Whoaah! How could I forget?!" Genevieve then happily ran to her
bathroom and began her morning routine; it was going to be a great day!
To Be Continued