Bears Know Best

Chapter 16: Sleepover

THE NEXT MORNING, I was once again up and riding with Alyssa. We were about ten miles from home when one of her tires went flat. As she changed it on the side of the road we chatted, "So how did yesterday go with the shrink?" She asked.

"Okay I guess..." I told her.

"What was she like?"

I went on to describe her, but left out the fact that she was transgendered. If you met her you would never know, and I didn't feel like I should give away her secret, even if she shared it openly with me. "Mainly we talked about how scared I am about the surgery," I admitted as she was just pulling the tire back onto the rim.

"Just how bad is this surgery?" She asked me.

I sighed, "Well, they think it's going to basically be similar to when you do a full operation on a transsexual, but they didn't seem one-hundred percent certain the other day. I think they'll know more on Tuesday, when they do the laparoscope," I paused as she used her cartridge pump to fill up her tire. "That means they're going to turn what's there inside out, in my case connect up the various tubes more properly, and the recovery will be the worst part..."

"Why?"

I explained why.

"That sounds awful!" She said at first, "But, I know where to go when I want a vibrator!"

I slapped her lightly across the shoulder, "Gross! I am so not sharing with you," I replied to get even with her.

The two of us began riding back home the last thirty some minutes of the ride. "So how long are you going to be in the hospital, total?"

"Well, they're just guessing based on the other type of surgery, and that's about seven to nine days in the hospital afterwards."

"I'll come visit, I promise!" She told me.

"You'd better," I told her, "or I will go insane!"

"What's this going part?" she joked as we pulled into the driveways.

I stuck my tongue out at her as we stepped off our bikes.

"Is your dad coming up for it?" she asked.

I nodded slightly out of breath, "Yeah and I think Rachel may too..."

"Have you talked to her anymore?"

"No." I said, "And I don't want to either."

"I don't blame you." She told me.

"What time do you want me to come over?" I asked.

"Well... why don't you come over after lunch?" She suggested, "That'll give me some time to do some chores. Mom was yelling at me about them yesterday," she smiled at that. "Oh! Do you have a sleeping bag?"

"Mom and I bought one last night," I told her.

"Good, I didn't think you wanted the one I used to use," she said with a wink.

I looked at her strange, "Why?"

"It's bubblegum pink with Disney Princesses on it. You're actually still small enough to fit into it," she joked.

"First my mom, now you," I said indignantly, but smiled. "Anything else I need to bring?"

"Stuffed animals are optional, but encouraged!" she said with a smile.

"Okay," I told her, and the two of us split off to our houses and our respective showers.

I had about four hours or so to kill it seemed. Alyssa had suggested just wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top tonight, so that's what I found myself wearing with all of this time to kill. I felt fairly passionate about my playing after impressing such an awesome player yesterday, so I practiced for a couple hours before I realized it was already eleven. I cleaned up my horn and went upstairs to triple check my bag, and make sure I had everything I would need. My new sleeping bag sat next to it, and I put a pillow next to the pile.