Ones Not Enough

Chapter two

Waking up to noise and people bustling around my room did not put me into a good mood. Stretching and getting out of bed I immediately picked up my phone speed dialing Kyle.

"What the hell?!"

"You said you wanted to be a man!"

"Who are these damn people in my house?"

"Teams I hired to make you into a good looking man."

“Kyle I’m not in the mood for you to be making fun of me.”

“Rachael I’m not making fun. I thought about it last night and you were right. I have set up some teams who are willing to look at my new upcoming athlete Richard. The only thing I have to ask is what’s going to happen to Rachel?”

Lying back in bed I pondered that question. I had thought of everything else but that. What will happen to Rachel...?

“Kyle I don’t have a clue.”

I hung up with Kyle and stared at the ceiling. There were multiple outcomes that I have could think of doing to get rid of Rachael in the media, like faking an injury, early retirement but that was out of the question I’m not a quitter. This was a difficult decision; I had a lot of things to think about, what about my family and fans, the people I held near and dear to my heart? I had no doubt about making it as a male professional because I had spent all off season with them and to say I was better than a few well known players was an understatement. I only had surrounded myself around the best during workouts and scrimmages.

Getting out of bed, finished with my deep thinking, I had still come up with nothing. Only that I was to become a man in the few weeks upcoming, in time for the trading deadlines. The people had come and gone by the time I got out of the shower. The only ones left being the ones in my closet who were organizing it, putting woman clothing on the left and what looked like men clothing on the right. I paid them no attention and let them do their job going to sit at my vanity to blow-dry my hair. Looking around for my hair electronics I noticed a wig on an ugly looking manikin, the hair was short and had deep waves. Also on the vanity, a case with what looked like side burns and thicker eyebrows to mask my feminine ones.

By the time I was done blow drying my hair everything new the teams added to my vanity was viewed and I has half way through straightening my long all natural dark brown hair when my phone beeped with a text message.

Hey you up for a night on the town tonight?

My sister Carmen has always been the party girl type and she had seemed dead set to pull me out of my tomboyish ways when we were younger; blaming it on my brothers for getting me hooked on the game that I loved. Over the years we had come to a compromise that she could dress me up if she stopped nagging with the blind dates and the constant shopping trips. I’d never been one to shop; there was just something about spending hours in a store and trying on tons of clothing.

Maybe, dinner then a club?

Not even a minute later she had already replied. She was one of those people who constantly had their phone in hand.

Yes, the bistro at 8. Wear the red dress I got you for your birthday with the matching shoes. I trust that you’ll do your own makeup and hair! Bye :*

Pssh I don’t wear no makeup. I didn’t even bother texting her back just finishing up my hair, not donning any makeup. I headed to the kitchen. Today was Saturday and it was only 11:30 am, so I didn’t try with my outfit today, wearing a tight black V-neck t-shirt, yoga pants and Jordan socks. Entering the kitchen I opened the fridge grabbing different fruits and all the ingredients to make a smoothie along with eggs and some jelly for the toast I was going to make. 20 minutes later I was sitting at the island chomping and drinking the deliciousness of my breakfast, preparing to lounge around all day.