My Life
By Alamsci alamsci@lycos.com
A fictional story

I've been living with my best friend and guardian for the past three months. Things 
have been okay so far, but living with her has definitely been an experience, but 
before I discuss our present situation. I'd like to take a trip down memory lane so the 
reader can get a better idea of our relationship.

Our parents have been best of friends for as long as I can remember. It was actually 
like having two fathers and two mothers. Tracey and I were their only children so we 
saw a lot of each other from an early age. 

By the time I was in my last year of high school and she a junior many changes had 
occurred. Tracey was a top athlete, a tennis star and a real good swimmer. I on the 
other hand, was more of the bookish type. Needless to say we hung out in different 
cliques, but always checked on one another and confided in one another.
 
At first when Tracey began getting involved in sports and putting on some muscle we 
thought her parents would disapprove or react negatively, but they supported their 
little girl every step of the way.

It even became clear in our family circle that Tracey was the more responsible and 
aggressive of the two since she performed all the stereotypical male activities and so 
called duties a lot better than I did. My parents didn't have a problem with this either 
and actually supported the both of us. 

She had been sticking up for me at school since junior high. I guess its because she's 
always felt responsible for me due to my apparent diffidence and weakness.

When we were together there was no question of who was in charge, not just 
physically, but in every way. She always took charge and led the way. It was simply 
the way things had turned out.

By the summer of my senior year Tracey had really developed. All the time she spent 
at the pool resulted in a great tan. Her body was also maturing. Her broad shoulders 
were visible and always received looks when she was out. Her arms had also grown 
considerably. They always looked strong, but now they were getting more defined. 
Her legs were swimmer like, but because she was also a tennis player they had more 
definition. She was a black haired beauty oozing with confidence. I on the other hand 
was a bit over weight and had a farmer's tan. I was an inch taller than her, but that's 
about all. Well, now, that school was out it was time to relax.

We were lounging around in their front porch when she said,
"So, Brock are you ready for college. Man I can't wait till next year. It'll be good to 
get away from here for a while."

"I don't know, Tracey, I mean it's a whole new world out there."

"Brock, are you scared of getting picked on?" She said with a smile.

"Anyway don't worry I'll check on you from time to time. Hey, I got an idea, why 
don't I help you in getting into shape, for the ladies and for your own good."

" Well, all right."

"Great, I'll pick you up at 7 am tomorrow morning."

"That early!"

"Brock, 7am, no questions"

Well, that night I set my alarm clock for 6am, but I couldn't really sleep. So naturally 
when 6am rolled around I turned over and turned off my alarm.

Tracey came around at 7, waited a few minutes and then rang the doorbell. My 
mother answered and told her I was still asleep, but that she should go in and wake me 
up, after all, we had set a time. Tracey walked into my room and tried to wake me up.  
When I finally woke up I told her to start without me. She didn't take this idea too 
well and reacted, by dragging me out of bed, putting me into a headlock and dragging 
me to the bathroom, where splashed some water on my face and began brushing my 
teeth while my head was firmly locked in her grip. My mom walked by and said, "I 
guess that's quickest way to get him out of bed, why don't you come by every 
morning and do the honors." She jokingly said.

"I will if I have to Mrs. Drake." Tracey loudly said.

"Brock you don't have to work out with me, but we made a deal and you have to keep 
up your end of it."
I worked out for a few weeks, but couldn't really keep up with the program she had 
drawn out for me. She eventually told me to quit if I couldn't hack it, so I did. By the 
end of the summer Tracey was the strongest person in our family circle. My father 
and her father could no longer put her hand down in arm wrestling and neither dared 
or even thought about a friendly tussle. 

Then it was time for me to go off to college. My parents were busy at the time, my 
father couldn't take time off from work and my mother couldn't drive so Tracey 
decided to drive me to college. When we got there she took care of everything, made 
sure I was registered and helped me set up my room. We both got some stares as we 
were taking the boxes up to my room since she was carrying the heavy ones and I the 
light bags.  After spending some together we said our good byes and she headed back. 

The first year was definitely tough on me and I really missed Tracey. She did come up 
to visit whenever she got the chance, but it wasn't the same. 

As the year moved a long I really began feeling down and wanted to leave, but I 
eventually met a nice a girl and went out with her for a while. She was obviously 
nothing like Tracey and we actually broke up because of Tracey. She didn't like 
Tracey coming by so often, and in her words, telling me what to do.  I tried to explain 
to her that Tracey had a boyfriend of her own and that we were friends, but nothing 
seemed to work. As the year was coming to a close my marks were down and I was 
falling into a depressed state. Tracey noticed this and told me that I should try and 
transfer to the college she was heading too. I agreed, but my parents didn't. So Tracey 
had a long talk with them. She explained my situation to them and how it would be 
better if she could keep an eye on me.

I ended up transferring to Tracey's college. There we grew apart a bit, simply because 
of differing interests. She was really busy with school and sports. She had decided to 
become a rower now. I was also busy with my schoolwork and club activities. We 
didn't see each other as often as we would have liked, due to relationships as well. 
When we double dated we tended to have a good time, but these occasions were rare. 
I eventually got my degree and went looking for a job. I found a job in the same city 
coincidently. I saw less and less of Tracey due to life's circumstances. She finished 
her degree and decided to work towards a PhD. A few years later we were to meet 
again.

The company I worked for had gone under and I had been unemployed for a while. I 
was also running low on cash and did not know where to turn, but out of nowhere and 
as if she knew Tracey called, we had dinner and I told her my situation. She told me 
that she was looking for a new apartment and that I should move in with her. We 
eventually found an apartment and moved in together.

I spent the first three months looking for jobs and taking care of the apartment. Tracey 
was an extremely busy woman. At this point she was nearing the end of her thesis, she 
taught at the university, and in her free time hit the gym.
 
Needless to say our personalities, at this point in time, were settled. She was an 
aggressive go-getter and I was a passive guy that needed her. From unemployment 
and lounging around I had gained more weight and had a sizeable gut. She on the 
other hand looked awesome. Whenever she went sleeveless or was walking around in 
her sports bra and boxers I could not take my eyes off her. She looked chiseled. Arms, 
legs, abs, and back were all well muscled. She looked thicker than a fitness 
competitor, but did not look like a bodybuilder yet. 

She has also become more of aggressive and extremely disciplined. From day one I 
understood that I either lived by her rules or else. I was put on a strict diet and a 
specific workout routine. Since, I was unemployed all the house chores were on me. I 
did laundry cleaned up cooked and everything else she told me to do.
 
I eventually began to feel uneasy since she also had a temper. It was probably from all 
that stress she was under, but I had to deal with it.

I remember one night I went out with a few friends and came home pretty drunk. She 
did not take kindly to this. I remember as I walked in she was right in front of me. 

"Where have you been? It's almost midnight. Oh what's that I smell alcohol and 
cigarettes. So your broke and spending my money on booze and smokes!"
SMACK! She forcefully slapped me. Don't ever do that again. Now get down and 
give me twenty push ups! If you cant' give me twenty I'll find another way to punish 
you." She said.

I quickly obliged and barely managed to do twenty. 

To the present:

I woke up feeling groggy from my hangover and from what had taken place 
yesterday. Tracey had hit me for the first time. I had a feeling that she was fed up with 
my laziness. I went to her room to apologize to her. She accepted my apology, but had 
more to say:

"Look, Brock you've been unemployed for three months now and I frankly don't 
think you are putting in the appropriate amount of time. I don't know if it's because 
you don't know what your doing or because you're just lazy. Either way I'll try to 
help you out. Tonight a few girls from the gym are coming by and one of them works 
for an IT company. She's looking for an assistant so I'll introduce you to her and 
hopefully things will work out."

"Thanks a lot, Tracey, you've always been there for me. How can I repay you?"

"Ha, repay me, you wouldn't even know where to begin. I've been taking care of you 
since who knows when, to me you're like a little boy I have to look after. I know that 
sounds harsh, but there's really no other way I can put it. I know I've become more 
aggressive and straightforward, but that's who I am and you're just a sissy really. 
You've always been a push over. I thought it might've be a phase, but its obviously 
not."

I was full of shame and couldn't even maintain eye contact with her. She slowly put 
her hand under my chin and lifted my head up so I would meet her gaze.

"I'm not done yet!" She angrily said, wile gripping my chin and giving it a little 
squeeze.

"Yesterday was a real eye opener. I mean I thought you had some decency, but I was 
obviously wrong. So this means I'm taking over your life even more than before. 
Trust me it's possible. First of all, your friends are no more. If I think you need 
friends I'll pick them out for you. I'm also giving you a mobile. Anytime I need you, 
you better answer it. If you don't I'll beat you. You'll be my little boy until I can find 
a woman that is willing to take care of you."

"How about you…we've known…"

"Oh my, did you really think I could see you as a partner in life. HA!HA! You the 
little boy who was scared to go off to college because Tracey wasn't gonna be there 
holding his hand or the little boy who couldn't hold a job. I'm looking for a real man, 
boy!"

At this I started crying. I really had no idea as to what was going on. What had 
happened to Tracey.
 
"Stop crying you little bitch before I give you a real reason to cry." 

She then grabbed me by the collar and forcefully threw me against the wall. Then she 
wrapped her arms around my midsection and began squeezing my feeble body in her 
muscular arm.

"There's no use in trying to break lose fat ass. Tracey's got you and she's not letting 
go. Put your head on my shoulders and start whimpering."

She let go of me before I passed out. She allowed me time to recover and then I had to 
get everything ready before her friends came.

When her friends came I served them obediently and accepted the position her friend 
offered me.

Tracey told her friend that a part-time position would be fine since I had a lot of 
chores to take care and that I probably wouldn't be able to deal with a full time post.

I cleaned up after her friends left as she watched. After I was done she roughly 
grabbed me by the throat and shoved me against the wall.

"It seems like you've found your calling in life, my slave. You know may be I won't 
look for a woman to take care of you. I'll just keep you around to serve my man and 
I." She mockingly said.