Chapter 4 - Chapter Four

The second the elevator door clicked shut, I dropped my hands to my sides. As a woman, I was too small to fit into most of my clothes. I had to make do with a plain white tee shirt that fell to the middle of my thighs and a pair of basketball shorts. I had to tie the strings on the shorts so tight that the waistband was bunched up but at least they stayed up.

By some small miracle, I had made it this far without anyone seeing me.

I was hoping for an uninterrupted ride all the way to the rooftop but that didn't happen. The metal contraption that I had entrusted my modesty to screeched to a halt on the sixth floor. A young woman stepped inside.

Although she didn't say anything, I didn't miss the side glances she gave me. She must have thought this was a walk of shame for me after a wild night in someone else's room.

Whatever. I had no space in my head to worry about her.

One floor up, she got off the elevator.

Pete and I had our offices built on the rooftop of the hotel. Being up there and away from all the noise gave the illusion that we weren't in the hotel; not to mention the amazing view.

The elevator went all the way up to the tenth floor. From there we had to get off and make our way down the hall to a small, hidden, stairwell that led up to the roof.

As soon as the door opened, I tore off down the hall. Thank god no one was outside of their rooms.

I bolted up the short flight of steps and pushed my way out onto the rooftop. The mid morning sunlight blinded me, momentarily making me pause. I really hated this time of day, when mother nature couldn't decide if she wanted to throw off the cool coat of morning or not.

I charged forward, right into Pete's office without bothering to knock. "Hey," I panted, closing the door behind me.

Pete looked up from his desk, his eyes wide when they spotted me. "How did you get up here?"

"The elevator." Without waiting for an invitation, I sank into one of the chairs on this side of his desk. "No one saw me though, so don't worry. Well, one person did," I waved my hand in irritation, "but she's not important."

His eyes narrowed to their normal size. "Why did you come up here?"

"You have to help me, Petey."

"I'm sorry," he blinked rapidly, "do I know you?"

"Of course you know me." I leaned across the desk and lowered my voice. "It's me."

"Me?"

"A cunt."

"What?" He jerked back in his chair.

I slapped my hand over my mouth. "I have no idea why I said that," I mumbled through my fingers.

"Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not alright." Wasn't that much obvious? "I'm a woman."

"I can see that." Confusion chased worry all over his face until his expression decided on concern. "Is there someone you can call?"

No, there wasn't anyone I could call. Why the fuck would I come to the hotel dressed like a homeless basketball player if there was someone else I could call?

"Petey." I reached for his hand but he carefully moved it out of the way. "Can you just help me? I'm freaking out here, man. I think I might be full blown going crazy." My lips were trembling hard, no matter how much I bit down on them. I could feel the tears gathering in the corners of my eyes.

"Let's just calm down."

"I don't think I can," I sobbed. "I have no idea what's happening to me. Why can't I stop crying?"

"Hey." He put his hand up, half reaching for me and half hoovering over his desk. "If you don't have anyone, I can call someone to help you." He picked up the receiver of the land line phone sitting on his desk.

He was going to call security, I realized with a start. I had come here so he could help me figure out what the hell was going on, but he was going to call security to take me out of here. Then what? Would they take me to the police station?

I jumped up from my seat. "I'm going."

"Wait." He stood up too. "Don't you need help?"

"No, I'm good." I needed to get out of there before security guards showed up. Turning on the spot, I ran all the way back to the elevator.

I studied the unfamiliar face in the reflection of the elevator door. How could something like this happen? Guys didn't just go around changing into women, I would've heard about it. They would have taught us in school to stay the hell away from…

Witches.

Fuck.

That red haired bitch told me she was a witch. Last night, I thought she was just being dramatic to scare me. Then I woke up with no dick.

It was probably worth a shot to find her again.