I Have A Penis!
Dixie breaks away from Bonnie as she stretches out her arms and takes in a deep breath. The crisp, morning air that fills her lungs along with the faint smell of flowers from the nearby Lilac tree instantly puts a smile on her pale face. The sunlight brings out some life from her hallowed appearance.
"Oh, my lungs feel so good! Being trapped in there, breathing in all that dust was so gross." Dixie twirls in a circle, fanning out her ugly dress.
"It was the real Felicia who was trapped in there for 4 years, you were only there for maybe an hour." Bonnie states with gentle smile, watching her sister twirl and stretch out her legs in a playful manner. It was a rare sight to see Dixie act this carefree. She had grown far too sullen in the last 3 years.
"Still, it was appalling to wake up and see the state of that room. I don't know how Felicia was able to put up with it for 4 years without killing herself." Dixie replied with a slight shake of her head.
Their expressions grew contemplative in unison as parts of the novel where Felicia had contemplated suicide came to mind. Each time she talked herself out of it because she did not wish to dishonor her mother's sacrifice. Amidst, many tears.
Bonnie walked up to Dixie and placed her hands on her shoulders. Dixie looked up. Alexander was a full head taller than his sister. What's more? With Felicia being so scrawny, he appeared very bulky. They looked the part of Skeletor and Hulk Hogan. Unless you looked closely, you would not be able to see the familial resemblance.
"No more suicidal thoughts from now on, my dearest sister Felicia." Bonnie spoke gently. Alexander's face and deep voice caused Dixie to blush like crazy.
Bonnie threw her head back and laughed. "Oh my god! My sister got the hots for me! Hahaha!"
Dixie turned an even brighter red. "Shut up! It's not you, it's him. It's his face. His voice. His body."
Bonnie laughed even harder at that when an earlier thought suddenly resurfaced. "Dixie, guess what?"
"What?" Dixie's tone was cautious as she didn't trust the mischievous look on her sister's face.
"I have a penis!" Bonnie stated, smiling from ear to ear.
Some of the servants who had gathered to witness this unusually amicable interaction between the estranged siblings, went from listening in with curiosity and confusion to outright shock.
A penis? Did the Young Master Alexander just proudly declare to his own sister that he has a penis?!
The male servants coughed and looked away awkwardly, while the female servants gasped and blushed furiously. Suddenly aware of the spectators, Bonnie placed her fists on her hips and looked at them coldly.
"What're you all standing around staring at? Get back to work!"
The servants dispersed, a few forgetting to bow.
"Anyways, I have a penis and it is huge. I am hung like a horse!" Bonnie affirmed, turning back to face her sister.
"Congratulations?" Dixie didn't know what else to say. She had not even considered this part when she thought about Bonnie being a man.
How strange it must be for her...but, why does she sound so proud? I thought she didn't like big dicks. She complained about how painful it was for her with her last boyfriend. Maybe being in a dude is causing her to possess dude sentiments?
"I'll show it to you later." Bonnie carried on with enthusiasm.
"Ew! I don't wanna see that shit!" Dixie retorted.
"Oh, come on. It's newly acquired! I always show you each knickknack I pick up at yard sales and second hand shops. This is no different!"
Dixie rubbed her face. "Stop being weird! We don't have time for this. Let's go meet the Duke before he punishes me for insubordination."
"Fine." Bonnie tucked Dixie's arm into hers and the two began to walk into the main building.
They continued to chat happily as they discuss the stunning architecture, the paintings, the marble and the ornately carved furniture pieces.
More eyes watch them in confusion and shock. The gossip from the earlier spectators had spread like smoke and now all the house helpers were peeking to see if Master Alexander was indeed being affectionate towards the scorned first lady.
The sisters barely noticed. They headed up the stairs and walked leisurely towards the Duke's office. Instinctive memory informed them of where it was.
Bonnie pushed down on the golden door handle and stepped in first, her other arm still holding onto Dixie. Now that she was in the body of Alexander, she knew that she had to protect Felicia at all costs.
Not just as an older brother, but as a Guardian.