Part 2
By Tcheser
By the next afternoon Angie had given up thinking that she was on an adventure. The pampered celebrity who was used to only the finer things was miserable and about to give up no matter how humiliating it would be for her.
She had hardly slept a wink the previous night. Unable to get even a cheap hotel room as she had no money after being robbed, she was forced to sleep outside. Inexperienced in such things she didn't know where she could lay down and was continually rousted by patrolman, sketchy types, and other vagrants. She ended up walking around all night and come dawn she went to the park and slept on the grass pretending to just be someone out enjoying the day. That wasn’t so bad, but then she started to get hungry. She wasn’t used to missing meals and by that afternoon she had missed two.
Walking down the street she practically drooled looking in the windows of all the restaurants and eateries. Before today she could have gone into any one of them and ordered whatever she wanted and probably gotten it for free because of her celebrity status. Today though she was a nobody and without money she couldn’t even get a crust of bread. She needed to get some money she realized or she would starve.
Clueless at first she wandered around until she observed homeless people and the things they did. She wouldn’t beg she decided, but there were other things she could learn from them. She took to checking payphones and vending machines for change, stooping near parking meters to find lost coins, and dipping her hand quickly in wishing fountains and grabbing a bit of shiny metal before anyone noticed. By that evening she had a small handful of dirty change, not a fortune, but enough to buy something at the convenience store.
On her way there however she met with another obstacle she had never encountered living in her insulated bubble, and that was crime. A pair of street toughs had been watching her apparently and knew she was living on the street and therefore subject to their brutality. They cornered her and demanded she pay an offering to use their street.
Terrified of these big thugs she asked “How much do you want?”
They replied “How much you got?”
Showing them the handful of still damp and grimy change they said “That should just about cover it.” and then took it all leaving her once again penniless.
Distraught Angie, still barefoot, ran off and collapsed into a ball crying. It was so unfair! She had worked so hard for that money and they had just taken it. She had never felt so alone and vulnerable. More so then she had ever been in her entire life and she didn’t know what to do.
Then a woman appeared. She was a huge middle aged woman nearly two heads taller than the rather petite Angie and quite rotund. “Hello, my name is Martha, are you alright?” she asked kindly. So overcome with fear and overwhelmed by the starkness of reality Angie threw herself into the woman’s arms and cried on her shoulder. “Oh dear, don’t worry, it’s going to be alright, whatever it is.” Martha told her as she held her in her motherly embrace and patted her head. Angie had never thought she would ever be this pathetic, needing to be held like a child, but she did and it felt good. They remained like this until Angie’s stomach rumbled loudly. “Are you hungry, my dear?” the woman asked.
Angie didn’t know how to respond so nodded and said “Yes.”
“Okay then, let’s go get you something to eat then, okay?” Martha smiled.
“Okay,” Angie replied weakly and then the two of them then walked hand in hand out of the alley, past the bullies that had stolen her money, and over to Martha’s apartment.
Martha’s home was small. The whole thing could have fit in Angie’s foyer. It was warm and homey though, filled with knickknacks and mementos, but not cluttered or messy. Martha also turned out to be an excellent cook. She led Angie into a cozy, but well equipped kitchen, sat her down at a little table by the window and hurried around preparing something for her to eat. The hearty beef stew she provided Angie to eat was both delicious and filling. She had two bowls and then was so satisfied she went to sleep right there at the table.
Always motherly Martha helped her up and walked the half asleep younger woman into her daughter’s room and tucked her into bed. As she did so she couldn’t help but notice some oddities about the girl. The girl was barefoot and her feet were filthy, but her toenails had polish on them and were recently manicured. Likewise she looked like she was in her teens but was dressed like a much older girl. Her clothes were also dirty and rumpled, and of an outlandish style Martha didn’t much approve of, but they were clearly designer. They were probably stolen Martha decided. Who was this girl she wondered? Where had she come from? Not able to determine these things while she was asleep Martha just kissed her on the forehead and left it for tomorrow.
When Angie awoke the next morning she found herself in a place she didn’t recognize and it took her awhile to remember what had happened. When Martha found that she was awake she greeted her warmly and then showed her the bathroom. After allowing Angie to relieve herself the older woman then came in and drew a bath for her.
“Get undressed, I’ll help you wash,” Martha told Angie who was more than a little taken aback.
“I can really wash myself, you don’t have to help me,” she replied as politely as she could.
“Don’t be silly, now hurry and get your clothes off.” Martha insisted and something in her tone made it clear to Angie that she was not going to budge so she did as she was told.
When Angie was finally undressed she climbed into the big claw foot tub using a little step ladder. It was that tall. She found it filled with hot water and allowed the older woman to help her wash. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant she decided. She hardly even argued when the woman had her get on her hands and knees so she could wash her hard to reach places.
Afterward Martha helped her climb back out and then toweled her dry with a big fluffy terry cloth towel and helped her dress. “Here,” she said “Your clothes are in the wash right now so I brought you some of my daughter’s old things to wear. They’ll be much better than those indecent things you were wearing anyway, not suitable for a girl your age at all.”
Angie couldn’t help but wonder how old Martha thought she was. Although nearly 25 she decided to tell the woman she was a bit younger, but still make it clear she was legally an adult. “You know, I may look young but I’m actually 18 years old, almost 19.”
Martha just laughed at that. “Angie, it isn’t polite or nice to lie like that. I may not know your exact age, but I doubt you’re a day older than fourteen.”
“What? No, I’m…” Angie sputtered being naturally quite shocked that Martha could believe she was fourteen, but the more she thought about the more reasonable it seemed. She was after all very petite, not very curvy, with almost no breasts to speak of without her falsies. She had big expressive eyes and something of a higher than normal voice which in her singing career had been an asset. This coupled with the fact that she had had her pubic hair laser removed and that she had been found on the street crying like a little girl, and she could see how Martha might think she was younger than she really was. She decided not to fight it “I’m sorry, you’re right I’m only fourteen, but I’ll be fifteen in less than a month. Whose clothes did you say these were?”
“These clothes belonged to my daughter, Joanna, I suppose they still do, but it isn’t like she is going to come home and wear them now being a big successful twenty four year old businesswoman and all.” Martha told Angie who did the math in her head and concluded that this meant that the clothes were probably at least ten years old and they certainly looked it.
“Okay,” Angie replied and tried not to say anything about the clothes, beggars can’t be chooser as they say. So in silence she was dressed in first a pair of pink cotton panties with cartoon animals and a matching vest, then a pink golf shirt, cotton shorts, ankle socks and once white Ked sneakers. Looking in the mirror she thought that if possible she now looked even younger than the fourteen years! Martha had assumed she was. This was hard for Angie who had always had the most up to date styles and was usually considered one of the more fashionable young celebrities. Still if it was anonymity she wanted, this was it. No one was going to recognize her now!
By the next afternoon Angie had given up thinking that she was on an adventure. The pampered celebrity who was used to only the finer things was miserable and about to give up no matter how humiliating it would be for her.
She had hardly slept a wink the previous night. Unable to get even a cheap hotel room as she had no money after being robbed, she was forced to sleep outside. Inexperienced in such things she didn't know where she could lay down and was continually rousted by patrolman, sketchy types, and other vagrants. She ended up walking around all night and come dawn she went to the park and slept on the grass pretending to just be someone out enjoying the day. That wasn’t so bad, but then she started to get hungry. She wasn’t used to missing meals and by that afternoon she had missed two.
Walking down the street she practically drooled looking in the windows of all the restaurants and eateries. Before today she could have gone into any one of them and ordered whatever she wanted and probably gotten it for free because of her celebrity status. Today though she was a nobody and without money she couldn’t even get a crust of bread. She needed to get some money she realized or she would starve.
Clueless at first she wandered around until she observed homeless people and the things they did. She wouldn’t beg she decided, but there were other things she could learn from them. She took to checking payphones and vending machines for change, stooping near parking meters to find lost coins, and dipping her hand quickly in wishing fountains and grabbing a bit of shiny metal before anyone noticed. By that evening she had a small handful of dirty change, not a fortune, but enough to buy something at the convenience store.
On her way there however she met with another obstacle she had never encountered living in her insulated bubble, and that was crime. A pair of street toughs had been watching her apparently and knew she was living on the street and therefore subject to their brutality. They cornered her and demanded she pay an offering to use their street.
Terrified of these big thugs she asked “How much do you want?”
They replied “How much you got?”
Showing them the handful of still damp and grimy change they said “That should just about cover it.” and then took it all leaving her once again penniless.
Distraught Angie, still barefoot, ran off and collapsed into a ball crying. It was so unfair! She had worked so hard for that money and they had just taken it. She had never felt so alone and vulnerable. More so then she had ever been in her entire life and she didn’t know what to do.
Then a woman appeared. She was a huge middle aged woman nearly two heads taller than the rather petite Angie and quite rotund. “Hello, my name is Martha, are you alright?” she asked kindly. So overcome with fear and overwhelmed by the starkness of reality Angie threw herself into the woman’s arms and cried on her shoulder. “Oh dear, don’t worry, it’s going to be alright, whatever it is.” Martha told her as she held her in her motherly embrace and patted her head. Angie had never thought she would ever be this pathetic, needing to be held like a child, but she did and it felt good. They remained like this until Angie’s stomach rumbled loudly. “Are you hungry, my dear?” the woman asked.
Angie didn’t know how to respond so nodded and said “Yes.”
“Okay then, let’s go get you something to eat then, okay?” Martha smiled.
“Okay,” Angie replied weakly and then the two of them then walked hand in hand out of the alley, past the bullies that had stolen her money, and over to Martha’s apartment.
Martha’s home was small. The whole thing could have fit in Angie’s foyer. It was warm and homey though, filled with knickknacks and mementos, but not cluttered or messy. Martha also turned out to be an excellent cook. She led Angie into a cozy, but well equipped kitchen, sat her down at a little table by the window and hurried around preparing something for her to eat. The hearty beef stew she provided Angie to eat was both delicious and filling. She had two bowls and then was so satisfied she went to sleep right there at the table.
Always motherly Martha helped her up and walked the half asleep younger woman into her daughter’s room and tucked her into bed. As she did so she couldn’t help but notice some oddities about the girl. The girl was barefoot and her feet were filthy, but her toenails had polish on them and were recently manicured. Likewise she looked like she was in her teens but was dressed like a much older girl. Her clothes were also dirty and rumpled, and of an outlandish style Martha didn’t much approve of, but they were clearly designer. They were probably stolen Martha decided. Who was this girl she wondered? Where had she come from? Not able to determine these things while she was asleep Martha just kissed her on the forehead and left it for tomorrow.
When Angie awoke the next morning she found herself in a place she didn’t recognize and it took her awhile to remember what had happened. When Martha found that she was awake she greeted her warmly and then showed her the bathroom. After allowing Angie to relieve herself the older woman then came in and drew a bath for her.
“Get undressed, I’ll help you wash,” Martha told Angie who was more than a little taken aback.
“I can really wash myself, you don’t have to help me,” she replied as politely as she could.
“Don’t be silly, now hurry and get your clothes off.” Martha insisted and something in her tone made it clear to Angie that she was not going to budge so she did as she was told.
When Angie was finally undressed she climbed into the big claw foot tub using a little step ladder. It was that tall. She found it filled with hot water and allowed the older woman to help her wash. It was strange, but not entirely unpleasant she decided. She hardly even argued when the woman had her get on her hands and knees so she could wash her hard to reach places.
Afterward Martha helped her climb back out and then toweled her dry with a big fluffy terry cloth towel and helped her dress. “Here,” she said “Your clothes are in the wash right now so I brought you some of my daughter’s old things to wear. They’ll be much better than those indecent things you were wearing anyway, not suitable for a girl your age at all.”
Angie couldn’t help but wonder how old Martha thought she was. Although nearly 25 she decided to tell the woman she was a bit younger, but still make it clear she was legally an adult. “You know, I may look young but I’m actually 18 years old, almost 19.”
Martha just laughed at that. “Angie, it isn’t polite or nice to lie like that. I may not know your exact age, but I doubt you’re a day older than fourteen.”
“What? No, I’m…” Angie sputtered being naturally quite shocked that Martha could believe she was fourteen, but the more she thought about the more reasonable it seemed. She was after all very petite, not very curvy, with almost no breasts to speak of without her falsies. She had big expressive eyes and something of a higher than normal voice which in her singing career had been an asset. This coupled with the fact that she had had her pubic hair laser removed and that she had been found on the street crying like a little girl, and she could see how Martha might think she was younger than she really was. She decided not to fight it “I’m sorry, you’re right I’m only fourteen, but I’ll be fifteen in less than a month. Whose clothes did you say these were?”
“These clothes belonged to my daughter, Joanna, I suppose they still do, but it isn’t like she is going to come home and wear them now being a big successful twenty four year old businesswoman and all.” Martha told Angie who did the math in her head and concluded that this meant that the clothes were probably at least ten years old and they certainly looked it.
“Okay,” Angie replied and tried not to say anything about the clothes, beggars can’t be chooser as they say. So in silence she was dressed in first a pair of pink cotton panties with cartoon animals and a matching vest, then a pink golf shirt, cotton shorts, ankle socks and once white Ked sneakers. Looking in the mirror she thought that if possible she now looked even younger than the fourteen years! Martha had assumed she was. This was hard for Angie who had always had the most up to date styles and was usually considered one of the more fashionable young celebrities. Still if it was anonymity she wanted, this was it. No one was going to recognize her now!
3 comments:
Yeah! Already a second chapter. Thank you!
Wow, eagerly awaiting part 3. Angie's in for quite a ride.
Please write more soon. I love your stories!
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