A Star is Born TG AR Chapter 10

Jake had changed a lot as well.  Jake's hair were now a super, rich, dark brown and right length for a boy, and his skin had darkened slightly some more.  He face was taking a shape where Keira would either think he was half Latino or half Native American.  As she now thought about herself as female, she thought of Jake as a boy.  He was definitely filling out with muscle and a wider frame.

Jake followed her down the stairs, "Ha ha, you've got a girl butt!"

"Yeah?!" Keira stopped midway down the stairs and tried to look over her own shoulders to see. "Didn't look like that when I got out of the shower.  Maybe it's just the cut of these capris."

"Girl butt!" Jake exclaimed again, happily.

"You're a dweeb. C'mon."

Jake made a point to lightly pull on Keira's shoulder-length hair a few times as they walked through Chuck's office towards the door to the house.

"Cut it out!"

"You're the one who wanted to be a girl. I'm just preparing you for the real world."

"Yeah? I think hair-pulling means you have a crush on a girl."

"No way! You're my sister!"

"Only on paper.  Now keep your hands in check, perv boy."

They emerged into the dining room only to run right into Joan who was coming to get them. "Look at you two!  I can't believe how much changed overnight!  C'mon, Papa Chuck needs to see this.  Oh, Keira, you're wearing your sandals!  How do they feel dear?"

"Well, they need to be broken in a bit, but I guess they'll be too big tomorrow for me to wear."

"Oh, we'll exchange them for a smaller size.  Just don't get that pair dirty.  Jake, those camouflage pants don't go with that blue shirt."

"Doesn't matter, I'm a boy. I can wear what I want!"

"In the house, yes.  But if we're going to work on you two being famous, you will dress better in public, young man."

"Aw, c'mon Mama Joan!"

"That's the deal, Jake.  So, how do you feel, Keira?"

"Well," Keira thought about it as she sat down, "technically I'm still kinda male down there.  But, by the looks of me, I'm a girl.  And I feel pretty happy.  I feel right.  Though, being this small I feel a bit weak.  I can't believe I have a more to go.  I'm still a bit scared."

"And you, Jake?"

"Why'd you ask Keira first?"

"Ladies first," Joan reminded Jake. "You need to get used to that.  Now, how do you feel, Jake?"

"I feel kinda awesome, and I'm pumped about how I am starting to look.  I wish it would go faster."

"Well, you two are ahead of the curve, so I think by sometime tomorrow you'll be done.  Then tomorrow night we'll pack up and head for Disney, spend a few days there and shopping, and then we'll come back and you'll make your debut."

"Are you having a party or something to introduce us?" Jake asked as they entered the kitchen for breakfast.

"Yes," Chuck interjected as he entered the kitchen from the front of the house, "we are, but not right away after we get back.  People in town are dying to meet you two, and they've been told not to ask about your past since we told everyone the witness protection cover story.  But they're still going to want to meet Jake and Keira."

"How, Papa Chuck, did you cover the story of how you and Mama Joan became our adoptive parents?" Keira inquired over the plate of waffles put in front of her.

"Good question.  We set it up so your adoptive parents did their wills with the Witness Protection program.  My law school buddy is the head of the Witness Protection program.  Your 'parents' named Joan and I as guardians since they didn't have anyone and my friend recommended us. We 'met' them several years ago, when they supposedly wrote the wills."

"Your friend is in on this?"

"Absolutely.  He's met Roger, Joan and Frank.  That's how we got all your fake history set up.  He's sealed up everything so tight that not even TMZ or the White House will be unable to discover your real identities, or even your fake histories as being fake."

"Wow.  This is like a 'Perfect Storm' scenario.  All the right people in the right place."

Chuck nodded, "Yes, seems that way."

"Eat your waffles, dear." Joan interjected over Keira's shoulder.

"Yes, Mama Joan." She ate two bites and went back to contemplating again.  "You know, Papa Chuck, I'm still not comfortable with this time line business.  When do we see Roger again?"

"Well, they try not to appear to often as that might influence the future too much.  Could be months, could be weeks. They gave us the overall plan and then they'll just pop in when necessary."

"So, it's all on you two to make this work?"

"Well, it was a rather detailed plan they gave us.  But we're not supposed to share it with you."

"Why not?" Keira kicked her legs a bit under her chair.

"Because, if we do, it apparently messes up the odds of success.  You two are not allowed to know what choices we make are 'organic' decisions that Mama Joan and I would make on our own or ones that Roger advised us to make."

"Ugh," Jake slapped  both sides of his head, "this time line stuff make me nuts."

Keira gave Jake annoyed look, "You're smart enough to understand this."

"Yeah, but I don't care. I just want to enjoy my life.  So should you."

Joan interjected again, "Both of you, eat and no arguing at my breakfast table."

"We're not arguing, we're having a discussion," Keira smiled back at Joan.

"What you're doing is wasting perfectly good whole grain waffles, fresh blueberries and organic syrup.  Eat."

"I will enjoy myself," Keira looked at Jake, "I just want to understand what I'm dealing with, what the rules are."

"No rules, just be a kid!" Jake shot back.

"Jacob Robert Quick! Keira Rose Quick!  Eat!"

From his seat, Chuck smirked at the two kids as they picked up their forks, "Mama Joan is the only rule you two should be worried about.

Joan came up behind him and thwacked him lightly on the back of his head with a dish towel, "You too, Papa Chuck.  Your waffles don't have patriarchal self-reheating powers."