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You Were Blue

“Uh honey,” I hesitated. “About last night …”

“Did I do it again?” Femke asked. “Was I mumbling something weird again?”

“Not exactly …?”

“What did I do?”

“You looked … umm … different,” I said, sugarcoating what I had seen last night, the thing that had freaked me out completely. But I think I was doing a good job not letting it show in my voice. At least, I hadn’t run away. Yet. “How did you do that?”

“What … er … do you mean?”

“Your skin was blue.”

“How blue?”

“Really blue.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm?”

“Right. So, I need to explain that,” Femke said as if the thought had just struck her.

“Umm .. yeah. I might not look like it or sound like it but I am kind of freaking out a bit here. A lot, actually.” I took a couple of deep breaths.

“Right. No, you’re right. I need to explain this. I knew this day would come. Umm … I have a skin condition? A genetic one. Yeah. This … umm … disease … disorder, actually, causes some problems with my body absorbing oxygen and that’s why I get blue?”

“Are you asking me?”

“… Er. Telling you?”

I looked at her, eyebrows cocked, the expression on my face a clear, ‘Come on!’

“Are you making this up?” I asked.

“No, yes, I am,” she sighed. “Fine. I’m not exactly human.”

“Riight …”

“It’ll be a bit too much to explain, but I’m kind of like a goddess.”

“Uh huh.”

“And part of my power is that I can shapeshift my body.”

I nodded. Because this was completely normal. And you nod when people say normal things.

“Like this.” Femke changed her skin to blue, her eyes to red, cat ears sprouting up instead of her normal human ears.

“Or this”. She changed again, looking like me. “Don’t do that!” I screamed. “It’s creepy.”

She changed back to her normal self. Well, I guess I didn’t know what her normal self was, though, did I? So many questions! “What do you look like, actually?”

“Like originally? I don’t remember. It was so long ago.”

“Uhh … how long ago? How old are you?”

“Umm … like I don’t know exactly. But at least 3000 years. Er … Is that going to be a problem?” she asked me with more than a hint of resignation.

I started and gaped with my mouth open, no words coming out. This wasn’t like my usual tongue-tied self that I became whenever Femke did something cute or smart or sassy. This was just my brain refusing to work anymore.

“I … umm … don’t know?”

“Are you asking me?” she said with the sass I loved about her so much.

“… Er. Telling you?” I replied with a smile. I had always liked how she always used my words against me.

She waited.

“Yeah, fine, I’m telling you. I don’t know if I am okay with all of this. But I want to keep finding out, okay?”

She nodded. I nodded. We would get through this. Age was just a number. Looks just a meatbag.

I looked up back at her and smirked. “Remember how I said I had the biggest crush on Audrey Hepburn?”

She gave me an exasperated look and stuck out her tongue at me.

Yeah, we were going to be alright.

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