Chapter 3

For the next month, I was had been living at a foster home. I talked with lots of doctors and therapists to help me remember my past. It was true that I had forgotten some things but only small details. I believed I still remembered the important things to me. I was homeschooled too. My foster parents seemed impressed with how well I was doing. They enjoyed the fact that I was able to get done with my school work so fast. They even tried to get it so I would be able to skip ahead a year. My favorite way to spend my time though was also sad and sometimes hard. I was able to spend a lot of time talking to my, sorry Wade’s brother.

It was during one of the times that I was talking to Keith that my foster parents walked into my room. They looked upset, “Sorry Keith but I’ve got to go.”

“Heather we need to talk,” Cassie told me.

I sat up on the edge of my bed and tried to speak but Frank held up his hand, “We need to speak first. You know we’ve enjoyed having you here very much. It was like having our own daughter back.” He got all choked up and motioned for Cassie to speak.

She cleared her throat, “Frank’s right it has been great having you here. But it seems like your time with us has been even shorter than we had thought. Frank has been transferred out of state with his job. And we’re not allowed to take you with us. Someone will be here to pick you up in about a week. We’re going to miss you so much.”

I could only look at them for a moment. Then I rushed over and hugged them both, “I’ll miss you too. Thank you for taking me in. I don’t know what I could have done without you. If there is anything I could do to show my thanks just let me know.”

They squeezed me even tighter.

Frank said, “We don’t need much. Except for two things. At least.”

“We’re going to have to move the same day your new guardian will be picking you up. So we may need a little bit of help packing if you don’t mind.”

I laughed, “I think I can do that. I’m not as weak and fragile as I was when I first came here. What was the other thing you wanted me to do?”

They both looked at each other before Cassie said, “We’d like to take you out to the amusement park on our last day together.”

“Really? I think that would be a fun day together. Thank you so much.”

Several days later I had been taking a shower and was looking at my naked body. I really loved how smooth my belly was. I have come to enjoy my new hair length, the strawberry blonde color, my body frame, and even my face. My favorite part of the new me was my face, especially the eyes and the lips. I even liked the small patch of pubic hair. But the hardest things to get used to were my D cup breasts and my butt. I don’t think that it should take too long for me to get used to those. My attention went back to my pubic hair. I was running my fingers over it when the door came open.

“Oh God, I’m sorry I thought it was Cassie in here,” Frank said as he left the bathroom.

He moved his hands behind him and I thought he had something in his hands. What was it? I then saw him looking down between my legs. I felt kind of tingly in a strange and fun kind of way at that thought. I was looking at his blushing face, I blinked, and then he was gone. I didn’t think I had my eyes closed long enough for him to have gone already.

I moaned, “Blackouts again. I should tell my doctors.”

I had to rinse my mouth out and use mouthwash. Whenever I had these blackouts I usually had a funny taste in my mouth. After using that terrible mouthwash I began to dry my hair. As I did I calmed down enough to feel embarrassed that Frank had seen me naked. Maybe it hadn’t bothered me at first because I was used to being seen naked in the locker room at school.

I found Cassie in the living room looking at a photo album. I loved the fact that she still had an old-fashioned album instead of taking it digital. I sat down next to her and asked, “Hey Cassie, I have a favor to ask.”

She was looking longingly at the picture of her daughter. It had been taken several months before she passed.

Cassie looked up at me and asked, “What was that Sweetie?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to um, make up my hair each day until, well until you know when,” I said.

She beamed and said, “I’d love that. I never thought you’d let me do that. Thank you so much this means the world to me.”

As she was braiding my hair I asked, “Where did Frank go?”

“I’m not sure. He left in a hurry though. On second thought I think he left to get groceries,” Cassie told me.

I’m not sure all that I did but I had a bad reaction when she said that. When I opened my eyes she was in front of me on her knees she looked worried. I said, “The people who held me captive they...”

“Shh. There’s no need to relive that horribleness now. Today onward is for happiness for the most part. I’m sorry I brought back those memories,” she said.

“I want to remember my past, but if it means reliving that time with them in my mind I’d rather not remember anything,” I whimpered.

As Cassie was nearing the end of braiding my hair that day she said, “You have such beautiful Strawberry Blonde hair. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this shade before.”

I thought that if she thinks that’s interesting she should see my pubic hair like Frank did. That hair oddly enough is more red than Strawberry Blonde. But what I actually said was, “Me neither.”

When Frank returned he only acted awkward for a moment then it was as if he hadn’t seen me naked that morning. Which felt nice. It helped me feel normal.

Cassie kissed him and asked, “Did you have a nice trip? Get any food?”

He scratched his head, “Mmm, I think we have enough food to last us until the move. I’d like to talk about Heather’s hair. It looks stunning. Did you go to a professional to get that done?”

Cassie blushed, “You’ll never guess. She actually let me braid it for her. She made my day. She also wants me to braid it each day until the move.”

Helping Cassie and Frank was surprisingly fun to do. I did get exhausted more often than I would have before my kidnapping but this was a nice way to keep active and spend time with them. Cassie didn’t want me to help pack things up in their room but Frank talked her into it. She asked to have a few minutes alone to pack some sensitive items. I figured she didn’t want me to see their underwear or something. I was wrong about that. As we were moving the boxes she tripped and a couple of boxes burst open.

“What are these?” I asked.

“Oh, they’re just some keepsakes of Rosie. Please let me pick these up,” Cassie said rather possessively.

I had a feeling that she was hiding something from me but I nodded and went back to the box I had been carrying. I looked back just in time to see Cassie stuffing what looked like a couple of Dildos or vibrators back into the box labeled Cassie’s “PRIVATE” belongings. That night and the rest of the nights I had left with them I went to sleep naked as I always had but I thought of those Private belongings that I had seen and wondered if Cassie had any more like them. Even if she didn’t I now knew that sweet Cassie was kinkier than I had originally thought. I had even been tempted to use one of their shampoo bottles to masturbate with. I was mostly successful in not doing that. The last night I was with them I did press one against my pussy and rub lightly before I chickened out before doing anything more and put it away in the box. If I had actually been taking a bath I might have gone farther. That kind of excited me and scared me too.

Half an hour after arriving at the amusement park that shall remain nameless for the moment I ran into a familiar face. Or should I say he ran into me?

I was on the ground rubbing my forehead when an employee of the park came up to me asking, “Are you okay Miss?”

“Yeah, I think. What hit me?” I asked.

Before he answered my question he ran some tests on me. Then he helped me stand up and said, “Good news is you don’t have a concussion. And to answer your question you collided with this young man.”

I looked over and the boy he pointed out looked so familiar. But where from? I felt that he had been important to me.

He was rubbing his head and said, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I was trying to find my girlfriend.”

“Do I know you?” I asked.

He shook his head, “I don’t think so. I’d have remembered you.” He held out his hand to shake mine. “I’m Josh.”

My jaw dropped how had I forgotten my best friend? And had he always been so muscular?

“You’re Josh Willis? Get out of town,” I had to hold myself back from hugging him.

I could tell he was bewildered, “How did you know my last name?”

That’s right he wouldn’t recognize me. I took his hand and said, “I’m Heather. I was held captive with your friend Wade.” He looked sad and I squeezed his hand more affectionately. “Uh. He talked about you a lot. Besides his brother, he missed you the most. I guessed he described you well enough that when you said your name I just put two and two together. Wait is that the right way to say that?”

He beamed with pride then said, “I miss him too. I hope that if he’s alive he’s okay. If not I’ll have to kick his butt.”

I laughed, “As if. He’s a black belt.” All serious now I added, “But if we both team up then he wouldn’t stand a chance.”

We both laughed. After a bit he was looking sad again then suddenly he was happy again, “Here’s my girlfriend now. Hey babe. I’ve been looking for you. I literally ran into this girl here. I was checking to see if she was okay. Good news she is.”

“That’s great news honey,” the girl said.

When she talked a chill ran down my spine. I quickly looked away, I collected my thoughts then turned towards them.

“Candy I’d like you to meet, um I’m sorry what was your name again?” Josh said.

Quietly I said, “Heather.”

I knew that Josh remembered my name. This was something I taught him after I broke up with my ex. I was still a little bitter so I told him that when he got a girlfriend and if she caught him talking to a pretty girl he had just met to pretend he didn’t remember the new girl’s name. It would help his girlfriend think that he wasn’t thinking of cheating.

“Oh, yeah that’s right. Heather this is...” Josh began the introduction.

“Candy. We’ve met.” I said.