Packin’ and Attackin’

My last practice was Wednesday night and while it wasn’t freshie practice–I’m still editing that video–we still got things done.  A lot of things.  Like things that made us sweat a lot.

Because of injuries and work related stuff going on Wednesday was mostly a Freshie event.  And we had four guest come up from York to get a bit of a work out as well:  Awe Shux, Not Amanda, Grimm Scarytales, and Rock N Rose.  You gotta love the names, am I right?  One day I’m gonna start calling myself by one of these names and you’re gonna go, who?  That’s for a ways down the line, however.

What did we do?  Pace line  and pack work, tripod/jammer practice, and a jammer practice where everyone played blocker and everyone got a chance to be the jammer.  For this last I do not have video, however, as I hit the mode button at one point and switched my GoPro over to time exposure mode, so I ended up with like 140 pictures which were unusable.  But I did get video of everything else.

Tripod practice you’ve seen before, but in our little group everyone had to play jammer at least once.  No need to get out the big girl’s panties–the star pantie for our helmets–because with four of us in a group it was pretty easy to tell who was blocking and who wasn’t.  Maybe the next time when we get a little crazier we’ll be geared correctly, but this night–nope, not necessary.

You’re gonna notice I talk in these videos.  I talk a lot.  When you’re bracing it’s your job to know where the jammer is and tell your other two blockers her location so they can react.  A tripod that doesn’t communicate is one that’s gonna let the jammer by every time.

But I’m yacking a lot.  I’m getting good with knowing what I’m doing wrong due to rules and a couple of times I’ll stop and say what I did wrong and we’ll reset and go at it again.  The more you understand what you’re doing wrong, the more you can fix those things and not do them.

Tripod Practice 01:

 

And after some yacking we finish up:

Tripod Practice 02:

 

This was something new to try.  It’s a pack weave, only you’re close to a person on your left or right.  And I mean close:  we reach over and touch each other’s thighs to keep it tight.  The idea was as you move through the pack you get used to being right on top of someone else, which may happen when you’re blocking.  For this I was with Ah Shux and we talk back a forth a little.  You’ll hear her say that she was about to correct by posture because I was leaning over.  As we sometimes say–and I do in the video–proper position is “butt back, tits up”, which is to say you bend your knees and put your butt back like you’re going to see, but you keep your torso upright and your head looking straight ahead.  As Shux told me later, I was getting “tits over skates”, which is leaning forward, and that’s not something you want to do because it’s easier to fall that way if you take a hit.

Us Derby Women:  we have the best language.

Hip to Hip Weaving:

 

This was something else we’ve never done before and it’s also a little different.  We stayed in a pack and as our name was called we were given a place in the pack to go, after which we were expected to go there.  The idea again was to get us used to moving quickly in a pack while said pack is going down the track.  The best you can do this, the better you can play the game.

Pack Movement:

 

There you go.  And maybe tomorrow I’ll have the last freshie video ready to go–

And expose my shame.

Change Has Come: Soul Mates Face-to-Face

I know what you’re saying:  Cassie, this point is coming really late!  And yes, it is.  That’s because I had a lot to do this morning and during the day, and the moment I got home I took a long nap from which I just awoke.

Now I’m editing film and preparing tomorrow’s post, which means I’m gonna give you what’s left of the first scene of Chapter Seventeen–

As you can see it’s right here.

I finished this up yesterday before my late practice and though I didn’t imagine it was going to be that long, it ended up being nearly three thousand words of coming out–literally.  After this–well, at the end, you’ll see where it’s going.

For now, Annie is finally getting a good look at her significant other in a way she’s never seen them before…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

“Oh, my goodness.” Annie pulled back the comforter and got to her feet slowly. “Look at you.”

“Yeah—” Kerry tugged on the bottom of her night shirt. “Look at me.”

Annie stepped closer to the now-slightly embarrassed girl. “How long have you be like this?”

Kerry shook her head. “I don’t know. I got up maybe ten minutes ago to use the bathroom and found out I couldn’t get into the boy’s room: that’s when I realized I’d transitioned.”

“Okay. Did you go into the girl’s bathroom?”

“Yeah, I had to.” She looked downward slightly. “I didn’t have a choice.”

Annie could almost imagine the newly female Kerry being somewhat embarrassed going into a place that had been permanently off-limits to her before now. There was something she needed to know, however. “Did you clean after?”

Kerry nodded. “Yes, I did. Took toilet paper and dabbed myself clean like you said.”

 

Leave it to Annie to ask if Kerry cleaned herself after peeing.  This girl knows her priorities.

With bathroom habits established, Annie has a moment to look on in wonder:

 

“Good.” Now that her eyes were fully adjusted to the light Annie examined her soul mate closer. As far as she could remember from Kerry’s last dream, she seemed to be identical to the female version that stalked him though most of the last school year. Annie had seen Kerry in this same outfit many times in the past—this last Friday before the Samhain celebrations being the last—but due to this new body’s dimensions, she seemed enveloped in the over-sized shirt and pajama bottoms.

There was something else Annie picked up on right away. “You’re about three centimeters shorter than me.”

Kerry’s looked upwards slightly. “Yeah, just like we thought I’d become. I lost about six centimeters in height.”

“Your body looks well proportioned, though.” She touched Kerry’s hair, running her fingers along a long strand of ginger hair. “It feels so nice. I’m going to have to show you how to wash this properly.”

“Umm…” Kerry hadn’t even begun to consider the implications of having to keep this new body clean. “Assuming I stay this way for any period of time.”

“Yes, that’s true.” Annie decided to change the subject. “If you’ve transitioned right before you woke up, we have maybe another fifteen minutes before the alarm from the monitors goes off.”

“I know.” Kerry looked towards the door then back to Annie. “I can’t get back into my room to get anything, though.”

“I don’t think we need to worry about that: I’m certain Coraline will have someone go in and get whatever you need.” Annie turned her head a little to the left. “We should call the hospital so they can contact Coraline.”

Once again Kerry looked down before sighing. “I know.”

“My love—” Annie took her hands and held them in hers. She immediately felt two things she’d never noticed with Kerry before her transition: he hands felt slightly cold and they were incredibly soft. They’re also smaller, but that’s to be expected. “The worst is over. Another day and you’re back to being who you are.”

“You mean a strange witch with a new Gift?” She looked up and for the first time since entering Annie’s room a warm smile appeared on her face. “Like that?”

“You’re more than that and you know I’m telling the truth.” Annie grinned back. “You look so charming when you smile.”

“Well, get used to it now ‘cause you may not see it again.” Kerry nodded towards the computer terminal. “You better call the hospital: they might freak if I make the call.”

“I understand.” Annie moved to her computer desk and brought up the desk top, which had been in sleep mode. Every student who didn’t have access to their own computer had terminal access to the main school system, so they were always connected to the Salem Intranet as well as the Normal Internet. The instant the desktop was active she used voice mode to activate an application. “Video call: hospital.”

A few seconds later the call connected to the hospital, specifically Coraline’s office, where Nurse Gretchen sat during the evening house. Her face showed a bit of surprise. “Annie.”

“Good morning, Nurse Gretchen.”

“What’s wrong?” Gretchen examined her display carefully. “Are you all right?”

“I am, but…” Annie looked to her right. “I have a visitor.”

Nurse Gretchen saw a pretty girl with ginger hair slide into the display from Annie’s right and give a quick wave. “Hi, Nurse Gretchen.” The girl disappeared and Annie turned back to her display. “You need to wake up Coraline now. Tell her, ‘It’s happened’.”

 

Now that Annie and Kerry are together, it’s time to bring Coraline into the picture, and given that the next scene is titled ICU, we know we’re off to the hospital.

That’ll be here sooner than you think—

Change Has Come: Wake-up Call

The statement was made early on:  Kerry needs to let Annie know what’s going on.  So, in the last part, we saw Kerry leave the bathroom and head for Annie’s room.    Not only did she go there, but she went inside.

Therefore, for the first time, Kerry and you get to see Annie’s home away from home:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Kerry allowed her eyes to adjust and even used a bit a magic to help her see in the dark so she could find her way around Annie’s room better. Just as with her room, Annie’s study and computer desk was immediately to the right of the door and her bed was a couple of meters beyond that. The first painting Annie made for Ostara, The Baby Snakes, hung over the bed’s headboard while the two she painted last year, Na Povŭrkhnostta v Tsarstvoto na Sŭnishtata and Night Flight to Fenway, were located in an open area beyond Annie’s bed where a reading chair and table sat upon a large circular rug.

Almost across from her reading area was Annie’s wardrobe, set upon the left-hand wall as it was in Kerry’s room, but to its left was something Kerry didn’t have; a dressing table complete with mirror. Kerry didn’t find this at all out of place: in fact, knowing Annie it made complete sense. There was as moment, however, when Kerry wondered if Annie was going to try and teach her about makeup and she pushed it aside almost immediately…

Annie was under her comforter and laying on her right side, her mouth slightly open in her sleep. Kerry hated to wake her up, but she had told her to do so should she find herself transitioned before Coraline arrived. Kerry stood over Annie and gave her shoulder a slight shake as she whispered her name. “Annie, wake up.” Annie groaned once but didn’t awake. Kerry gave her another shake, but instead of waking up she mumbled in her sleep. “Ne e vreme da stavame, Mama. Ostavi me da spya.” (It’s not time to get up, Mama. Let me sleep.)  She adjusted her body and remained out.

 

Since Annie rooms by herself, she has a lot of room that would normally be used up by maybe two other beds and wardrobes.  And just like with her bedroom back in Pamporovo, she has a sitting area where she can relax and even study.  And she indicated in the other books, she has her paintings around the room, all except the large sketching she did which was given to Kerry and hangs over her bed.

Oh, and also like back in Pamporovo, Annie has a dressing table where she can get herself ready.  As in putting on makeup and fixing her hair ready.  Like it or not, she’s still our little Bulgarian princess.

She’s also harder than hell to wake up:

 

Kerry sighed and gave her a little harder shake. “Annie, wake up.”

Annie frowned in her sleep. “Um, makhaĭ se. Tova e spokoĭno.” (Um, go away. It’s peaceful.)  She grunted once and seemed to pull the comforter closer to her face.

This time Kerry rolled her eyes. “I have the hardest girlfriend in the world to wake up.” This time she shook Annie as hard as she could without rattling her. “Come on, Annie: wake up.”

Annie came awake almost immediately. She blinked a couple of times, then bolted upright in bed when she realized she wasn’t alone. As her right hand came out from under the covers a small glowing blue ball quickly grew—

No, Annie.” Kerry placed a small light point a half a meter over her head. “It’s me; it’s me. It’s Kerry.”

Annie squinted into the darkness before killing the energy ball in her right hand. “Lights low.”

The room’s lights came on so there was just enough light to see rather clearly. Kerry squinted as she killed the light source above her head. She stared at Annie rather sheepishly for a few seconds before attempting a weak smile. “Hi.”

 

Kerry finally gets Annie to wake up, but you have to love that Annie’s go-to move when she finds someone in her room is to get ready to blast them with an electrical attack.  Since she’d not done that in the hospital, you have to assume she’s protecting herself in her room.  And she’s pretty fast with that magic, too.

Now that Kerry has her attention…

Change Has Come: First Impressions

It may be Tuesday to you, but it’s Soreday for me.  As in I’m sore from last night.  And guess what?  I go back for more tonight!  However, I may just finished this scene before leaving for practice, because I manged over six hundred words yesterday before going and I should be able to do the same tonight.

The beginning of this excerpt should be familiar because some, or most, of you have seen it already.  This is Kerry’s first encounter with herself, where she exits the toilet and sees herself in the flesh for the first time.  Naturally I go beyond the end of that trailer–well beyond that point…

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Her eyes focused on the mirrors across from the toilets as she watched herself exit the stall and walk slowly towards the sinks. She took it all in: the alabaster skin which seemed even whiter than her boy skin; the numerous freckles; the long, curly ginger hair that stopped maybe a couple of hand-width below her shoulders; and her striking green eyes appearing like jade markers on a snowy field.

Kerry stopped about a meter from the sinks and leaned just a bit forward, taking in her image in the mirrors. A smile formed upon her face as she could only think of one thing to say. “Wow.” She exhaled and tossed her head. “I mean, I look just like her.” She brushed hair away from her face, an action she thought was going to become a habit rather quickly. “Of course I look like her because I am her. I always was. Humph.” She took a step closer to the mirror. “I am she and she is me, coo coo kachoo.” Her smiled died a little as she looked off to the side. “My voice sounds so strange now. That’s gonna take some getting used to hearing.”

There was one part of the new her that kept drawing Kerry’s attention away from her appearance. Even though after wiping herself she was fully cognizant that she was indeed had the physical characteristics of a girl, she found the fact that she now had breasts somewhat astonishing. As if to prove they did exist, Kerry placed a hand under each and gave both a slight lift. She sighed as she dropped her hands. “Oh, yeah: they’re real.” She gazed down as she shook her head. “It’s all real.”

 

One might think Kerry feeling her breasts to confirm it’s all “real” is a little strange, but I know from personal experience that if you’ve never had breasts and, boom, there they are, one is tempted to, um, self-examine from time to time.

I was like that when I first started developing.  About three weeks after I started hormone treatment I was feeling my chest and felt something strange behind my nipples.  Turned out to be the first breast buds growing, and it wasn’t long after that I actually had the real deals.

These days I self examine because while I’m not at risk for breast cancer it’s still a possibility, so it’s best to make sure that doesn’t happen.  But in the beginning I was fascinated by the changes in my body, which means I’m certain Kerry would be the same way.

Now that she’s got a handle on her appearance, it’s time to share it with someone else–

 

She looked around the empty bathroom, listening. She didn’t expect to hear anything outside the space—like all the rooms at school they were enchanted to keep out outside sounds—but she wondered if the door was going to open followed by Coraline coming for her. That was quickly replaced by the image of on of the B Levels coming into the bathroom and discovering her—followed by a possible freak out when they realize they’ve never seen this particular ginger girl at the school, let alone inside the coven.

Though there was a danger of being discovered outside the bathroom, Kerry knew if her transition had occurred some time ago Coraline was gonna show up on their floor looking for her. And if had occurred only moments before she awoke to use the bathroom, it was likely another fifteen or twenty minutes were going to pass before the alarms went off.

Kerry knew she couldn’t get back into her room; being locked out of the boy’s bathroom meant she couldn’t go anywhere girls weren’t allowed. There was one place she could go, however…

She exited the bathroom and headed for Annie’s room.

Since returning to school Annie made a point of leaving her door unlocked at night. Some students locked their doors at night only out of habit, but given the fact that if anyone entered a room they weren’t supposed to be in it was an easy matter to find out the identity of that person, keeping rooms locked at Salem only happened if the room in question was considered a secured location.

Annie rarely locked her door at night and let Kerry know from the start of their C Levels that if she transitioned it was okay to come in and wake her if there was time. As the second floor of Cernunnos Tower remained silent, Kerry figured she had plenty of time.

She turned turned the knob and gently opened the door. For the first time in her life she was able to see into Annie’s room, another validation that she was now as much a girl as her soul mate. She slipped into the darkness inside and quietly closed the door behind her.

 

One of the comments I had was “Go Tell Annie!”  Did you think Kerry was going on this trip without her?  Well, that’s happening right now–

Or, really, tomorrow.

 

Change Has Come: Bathroom Break

Yesterday was a long day, one that didn’t end until about nine-thirty last night.  But I did have a great time heading down to York, PA, to watch our sister team, the York City Derby Dames, have at it.  After that we headed off to the after party and had a bit to eat and drink, and all was good for the ride home.

Also yesterday, Kerry’s other half finally popped up after more than a year and a half of teasing about it.  Poor boy has to go to the bathroom and there’s only one that can be used–and it’s at this point you’ll notice a shift in the gendered pronouns.  Yesterday, with Kerry standing outside the girl’s bathroom, was the last “he” that’s gonna be written for a while.  With Kerry in the facility protected by an enchantment that only allows csi and trans girls inside, it’s all “she” and “her” from this point, because of course she is.

And she still has to relieve herself–

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

The girl’s bathroom was a mirror image of the boys, with the sinks on the right side of the room and the toilet stalls on the left. Kerry passed the first two because they had closed doors and stopped before the third, which was open and showed there was no possibility of anyone inside. Taking another deep breath, she entered the stall and closed the door.

Though she’d never been inside a girl’s toilet before, Kerry had received instructions from Annie on what to do once inside: Stand in front of the toilet and face the door. Pull down you panties and/or pants and sit. She did exactly as Annie instructed and sat the moment she had her pajama bottoms and underwear around her knees. She wasn’t down for more than a few seconds before a loud squeal of urine hitting water seemed to echo throughout the bathroom. Kerry held her knees together, slightly mortified at the noise she was making and hoping no one walked in on her.

The spray cut off without much warning and Kerry found it unusual that she didn’t need to force out the last few ounces of fluids. She was about to get up when she remembered another reminder from Annie: Don’t forget to clean yourself after. Kerry pulled off a short length of toilet paper and wadded it up before preparing to reach between her legs and clean herself. Her hand didn’t move for a few seconds before she forced herself to reach down to her groin—

She looked up and swallowed as she dabbed away the last remains of urine from genitals with which she didn’t have a few hours earlier.

Kerry dropped the toilet paper into the bowl, remembering not to put it in the small metal box to her left. The toilet flushed as she stood and pulled her underwear and pajamas up and got everything secured. For a moment she stood before the door feeling as if she was unsure if she should venture out into a semi-public space, then threw it open and walked barefoot into the main bathroom space.

Her eyes focused on the mirrors across from the toilets as she watched herself exit the stall and walk slowly towards the sinks. She took it all in: the alabaster skin which seemed even whiter than her boy skin; the numerous freckles; the long, curly ginger hair that stopped maybe a couple of hand-width below her shoulders; and her striking green eyes appearing like jade markers on a snowy field.

 

Just an interesting point of fact here:  when I started using the women’s facilities in public, several trans women suggested we newbies learn about “bathroom etiquette” so when we went in we could “blend in” easier.  As it was explained while guys going to the bathroom could be something akin to roaming the wild west, we were told there were things a woman did when she went to the bathroom, and Annie has passed along some of those things.  And Annie–yes, she’s going to show up in this scene because why wouldn’t she?–will check to make sure Kerry did all those things.

The only thing I do different than Kerry when it comes to using the bathroom is that I, um, have to, um, “direct” my original plumbing downward so that I make a sound as I urinate.  And after a few years that’s become something of a habit.

Now, tomorrow…  remember that last teaser scene in the C Level trailer?

Both you and Kerry get to see the new her…

Change Has Come: A Rude Awakening

Where are we today?  Oh yeah:  new chapters.

Now, first off, I had a busy day washing cars and watched Mr. Robot, which I suggest people catch if you get the chance because it’s great.  I also managed some writing last night and this morning, and I’m getting this out now because after 11:30 my day is pretty much gonna be taken up with derby stuff.

So, one act ends and another begins.  We’ve gotten through Season of Change okay–and what’s up next?

Okay, so it’s a bit ominous…

 

Yeah, the next couple of hundred thousand words is gonna be a trip straight down the road into Hell more or less.  I will say it won’t be all bad–after all, we’ll see Annie’s and Kerry’s Yule Holiday in this act–but the rest of it’s gonna be a bit nasty. I mean, life can’t always be nice, right? That means it’s gonna get rather unnice for the kids for a while.

And what’s the first part of this new chapter?

Oh, is there a new student?

 

Yeah, we know all about that new student. Though we’ve actually met her before this moment, as far as the rest of the school is concerned, she’s a brand new witch.

Let’s get introduced:

 

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Kerry woke both feeling out of it and having an incredible need to go to the bathroom.

Doing everything by rote he threw back his covers, swung his legs off the bed, and popped up on to his feet. The moment he was certain he wasn’t about to fall he headed for the door and proceeded out into the dimly lit common area between the bathroom entrances and the spiral staircase. Normally he came right awake almost as soon as he opened his eyes, but this time he felt as if he was sleepwalking his way to the bathroom. He figured it had something to do with how tired he was before going to bed—

He stepped on the hem of the right leg of his sleep pants and nearly tripped. He wrapped his fingers around the waist band and felt how loose the felt around him. Kerry didn’t understand this as he was good about fastening the drawstring and making sure it was secure. He hitched up his pants and began fiddling with the drawstring as he continued towards the boy’s bathroom. Without looking up he raised his right hand to push the door open and walk inside.

Kerry crashed into the unmoving door and was instantly awake.

What the hell? He took three steps back and affixed an unbelieving stare upon the door. At no time in the little over two years of time at Salem had he seen any of the boy’s bathrooms locked, nor were any of the coven bathrooms, even late at night. He continued staring for several seconds, regarding what happened as a possible fluke.

He walked up to the door, placed his right hand upon it, and gave it a push.

The door didn’t budge.

It wasn’t just locked: it didn’t move at all. To Kerry it felt almost as if he were pushing against the wall. He gave the door another shove with his right hand and when that did nothing, he put both hands against the door and pushed as hard as he could.

Nothing happened: the door remained close.

Kerry leaned in and rested his forehead against his fingers and he wondered what to do next. Given that he needed to pee, and soon, he considered heading down to the first floor and using the A Level bathroom. He wouldn’t expect that one to be closed—but then, he never expected this bathroom to be closed, either. It didn’t matter: he had to go, and a bathroom was a bathroom.

He pushed himself back and was about to give the door one last shove—

His hands were directly in front of his eyes.

There was something different about them.

Kerry started at them for several seconds trying to figure out what was different. They were his, yet there was something…

Slimmer. The fingers were slimmer. And shorter.

He held his hands before his face, continuing to stare for a few moments more before Annie’s voice spoke in his head: Check your hands; check your hair.

The realization began dawning slowly as he lowered his hands to his waist. He took a couple of deep breaths before reaching up to the side of his head—

Instead of touching his cheek he felt long strands hair against his face.

Oh, shit. Kerry whipped his head around and instantly found his vision obscured by a mane of curly ginger hair. Brushing it out of his face he looked about to see if anyone had entered the common area while trying to get into the bathroom: the space was empty and quiet. He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. It’s happened, it’s here. What should I do next? Wait for someone to come and get me?

The pressure in his bladder was a reminder that he had unfinished business. However, since he wasn’t getting into the boy’s bathroom, that left the only alternative…

Kerry stepped to the right and stood in front of the entrance to the girl’s bathroom. Knowing he had no other option, he placed his hand upon the door and applied a little pressure. With only normal resistance the door cracked open.

Kerry pushed it open the rest of the way and hurried inside.

 

Yeah, this is it: Kerry’s other half has finally made her appearance, and damn it all, the first thing that happens is she gets locked out of the boy’s bathroom because, well, she ain’t a boy.  However, you’ll notice I keep the male pronouns in place during this excerpt:  I did that I would imagine that if Kerry had some kind of ongoing narration going on in his head he’d likely still be thinking “boy” at this point.  Once the action moves to the inside of the bathroom that’ll change:  you’ll see.

For now, however, we’re at the start of his voyage of discovery–

Which looks as if it’s gonna take most of the morning.

 

We’ll continue with all that tomorrow…