I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten Chapter 57: Brownies

Alisha got up before the next morning. I started to get up with her but she reminded I could sleep in and I gratefully laid back down as she went about her morning routine.

It felt good. My body was lighter, but in a taphorical way and my thoughts had cleared out a bit through the night. Alisha was similarly less restrained. She didn't scowl as much this morning and the tension that had been on her face all of yesterday was less prevalent.

Maybe we were a good match for each other. I had thought this was all lust and repressed sexuality but… I did love her and she helped feel calm and like I was supposed to be who I was. I couldn't speak for her but she was definitely opening up more with and with Stella apparently.

When I did go down stairs she was finishing up her coffee and texting soone again.

I gave her a hug before she left, watching her leave with Matteo as Tye pulled up the driveway.

I went back to the kitchen and poured myself so coffee and added the milk. My phone had no new ssages when I sat down and at first it didn't register that it ant anything. Halfway through my coffee though I rembered I texted Sophia and pulled up her feed, but there was still no reply. She usually replied within thirty minutes or so… maybe she was busy? Maybe she forgot to plug her phone in?

I sent a follow up ‘is everything okay?’ and settled back to eat so yogurt.

She'd respond when she got the chance.

For now, I needed to figure out how to spend my day.

There were na change things I could get together, forms that needed to be filled out for that to happen and figuring out exactly which part of the courthouse it needed to go to. I knew where the courthouse was at least, deep in the heart of the city. Going there was going to be a hassle.

But it wouldn't be a bad idea to talk with Alisha about it more. For now I'd find the needed forms and fill them out.

And then… I could consider finding a job… but I would want the na change first. Oh but then there was also the process of getting my license updated and birth certificate and my bank account… I should probably close it to open a new account. I didn't know if my parents had stashed that information away sowhere and even if they would be smart enough to know they couldn't spend any money from it, the thought of them seeing what I was doing was unpleasant.

There were a lot of things to do, I realized, to erase that na from existence.

At least we were in a largely progressive state, it would make so things easier.

I gave Tye a nod as he ca in and dropped a light sweatshirt on the back of a chair. He pulled the sa seat out for himself.

I turned back to my phone. I’d do so baking today, I decided. I still had that chocolate and cocoa powder and I should use them, otherwise it was a waste of Alisha’s money.

But what could I make with them?

I looked at Tye.

“Do you know what to do with cocoa powder and chocolate?” I asked.

He looked up from his phone, and thought for a mont. “What did you get them for?”

I hesitated to answer. “Checkerboard sables,” I told him.

“Is there a reason you don’t want to make those? I can drive you to the store to get missing ingredients.”

I shook my head. “You see… Alisha knew what cookies I was talking about whan I brought them up because her mom used to make them. And given the current situation…”

He nodded. “I see. It would be in poor taste to make them for her right now.”

“Exactly.”

He thought for a long mont. “Double chocolate, I think, is what they call things with both chocolate dough and chocolate chips in it so anything like that should work.”

“Double chocolate….” I typed it in my phone and saw the autofill pick up ‘double chocolate chip cookies, double chocolate cake, double chocolate brownies, etc.’ “Does Alisha like brownies?” I asked him.

He thought for another mont. “She’s definitely more of a sour or creamy dessert person, but I think she would still appreciate them.”

“You guys never had brownies as kids?” I asked. “I an, like, at school and stuff.”

“We didn’t…” he gave a confused look. “She went to boarding school.”

“Oh, right,” I followed. Did that an boarding schools didn’t do bake sales and class parties or that Tye and her hadn’t gone to the sa school? “But does she like chocolate? Or cakey things?”

He rubbed his brow a little bit as this seed to be a difficult question to answer. “The best I can say is try it. She’s not the type to hold it against you for trying sothing new.”

“Hm,” I agreed but still debated with myself. Brownies were almost a childish food. It didn’t an they weren’t tasty, though.

“I’ll give it a try,” I said. “They’re supposed to be pretty easy, right, so I’m less likely to screw it up.”

He didn’t say anything more, but did give an approving nod as I stood and went to the kitchen, bringing my empty dishes with to set in the sink, and then looked over at the dishwasher tucked under the counter next to it.

I opened it to find other dirty dishes in there and decided to save whoever tended to load this the trouble of doing it later. Alisha’s house staff, the cleaners at least, tended to be quick and co in the afternoon. I tended to avoid them as I had no idea how to handle seeing soone clean up after to the degree they did. Every window, every glass pane in the bathrooms, every faucet and countertop ended up polished. The floors were always vacuud and mopped and laundry done in between these tasks, ending up folded or hung up as needed by the ti they finished. This process happened weekly. There was still anxiety when I thought about them pulling the bed sheets off; maybe there’d be a sll or a stain or any number of other things. Alisha was a very private person so she’d probably take care of sothing like that herself… and I’d never seen or felt much in the way of evidence of our bedroom activities after an hour or two.

With the dishes out of the way, I pulled up a recipe and scrolled through it.

It wasn't hard or arduous. I lted butter in the microwave pulling it out and setting it aside to cool a bit as I got together the sugar and eggs and milk. These were beaten into the butter until it was a smooth paste at which point the cocoa powder and flour and baking powder were added and mixed until properly gloopy.

It slled chocolatey and it was tempting to lick the batter off my hand when it was dripped on there but I controlled myself… until I got the brownies in the oven. Then I broke and licked the spoon I had mixed everything with. It was quite chocolatey and sweet. While the brownies started to bake I chopped the chocolate bar up, an easier task said than done as it fractured and bits of chocolate went flying everywhere and trying to keep it contained with my hand lted it and left brown smudges everywhere. After a few minutes, when the brownies had started to set I pulled the oven rack out enough I could reach in with fistfuls of chocolate and drop them on top before sliding it all back away to finish baking.

Then it was waiting while the sll drove itself into my brain and made salivate. Even after the tir beeped I had to wait for things to cool. The recipe was definitely aid at people who needed to be walked through things step by step. It explained a lot of details I wouldn't have even known to ask, which was good. I didn't know a lot about baking but I could understand the processes.

I checked my phone again, finding my ssage still unresponded to.

My heart sank. This wasn’t right. I didn’t know why it wasn't right, but Sophia had never ignored like this. Even when she was mad at as her little sibling, she had always cald down before long and started talking again.

Naturally the next thing to do was to call her but the line just rang until it ran out of rings and then the voicemail ssage started to play. I hung up and sighed. My stomach was hurting.

“Is everything okay?” Tye asked.

“I can’t… reach Sophia,” I explained.

“How long has it been?” he asked.

“I texted her last night but she didn’t respond.” I could feel the knot in my throat, so painfully tight. What if she’d gotten hurt? Or died? If my parents couldn’t talk to , who would tell ?

“How long does she usually take to respond?” he asked.

“Thirty minutes or less,” I told him.

He stood then, taking a breath and pulling so car keys from his pocket. “How about we take a drive over there and see what’s going on?” he asked.