Krissy – Part 1 By The Collector My Daughter’s Strength Copyright 1999 The Collector This story is adult in nature and should not be read by anyone under 21. This story, part 1 of 3 parts, was told to me by the strong and lovely Trish, yet another friend of mine, about her daughter, and is narrated by her. I just did the typing…she really didn’t give me any choice. And as always, each word is absolutely true. (She told me to say the ‘strong and lovely’ part, but it’s really true. You should see her…what a fox! (Trish is smiling) And there’s this thing she does with a steel bar…er, sorry Trish. Oh well, on with Krissy) Send comments to ChuckSt35@aol.com Had I been more aware, I would have noticed the extent of Krissy’s strength much earlier than I did. It would have at least let me prepare her for both the difficulties and the joys that being an incredibly strong girl can bring. Unfortunately, I had always focused on how beautiful she was, entering her in little girls’ pageants even as a five year old. Sometimes I thought she was too pretty. She looked like any other girl, but her strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes and her face made her stand out from all other girls. I always knew she was very strong for her age, even stronger than the boys were, but I honestly had no idea. Her first discovery of her special gift came quite early, as a 7-year-old. She came home from school in what was her best dress. It, and she, were covered with dirt. As she walked in the house, I confronted her. “Krissy, what happened to your dress honey?” “I…um…I was walking home from school with Lori…and those bullies Freddie and Frankie, from across the street, wouldn’t let us by…can Lori stay over tomorrow night?” Freddie and his twin brother Frankie were 12 year olds, and much bigger than Krissy. “Wait a second honey…what did they do to you…what happened?” “We were carrying our pictures we colored in class to bring home…and they took them and tore them up. Lori called them big bullies and then Freddie pushed Lori down. I told him to stop…and then Frankie pushed me down too. What’s for dinner? I’m hungry.” “Are you OK? Did you get hurt?” “No, I’m alright, but I think Freddie and Frankie are” “What do you mean honey?” “Oh…promise you won’t get mad?” “I promise honey…as long as you’re OK.” “After Frankie pushed me, I got really mad, so I jumped on him. We rolled in the dirt for a minute, and then I just started beating him up. I think I beat him up too hard ‘cause he started crying.” “You made Frankie cry?” “Uh huh…and then Freddie got mad when I made Frankie cry, and he tried to jump on me and got my dress even more dirtier. He thought he was going to beat me up, but I just beat him up too. And then he started crying. I didn’t know I was stronger than all the boys.” “Oh honey…I should have talked to you earlier.” “About what mommy?” “Come here honey…let’s go see something.” I took her upstairs, cleaned her up, changed her clothes, and then I led her to the basement where I had a weight bench. I had to know at least the degree of her strength, before this got out of hand. I had no idea how strong she was. Honey, lay down on the bench.” She did, and I put 40 pounds on the bar, hoping it wasn’t too much. It wasn’t. And neither was 50…or 60…or 70. She did them all with ease, without tiring. I put 80 pounds on, hoping this was her limit. “Mommy, how much longer do I have to do this?” “Not much longer baby…now see if you can lift this one also.” She put her little hands around the bar and pushed it up easily…and then again…and again. Then, to my surprise, she took one hand off the bar! And she kept repeating…moving the bar up and down as though it were…child’s play. “Can I put it down now mommy?” “Yes, honey…you’ve done enough. But come here, I want to see something.” She sat up and I stooped down to meet her. I rolled the sleeves up on her dress and gently touched her arms. I wasn’t surprised. “Honey, do you know how to make a muscle…like this?” I raised my arm and she watched my own bicep, impressive by any standard, slowly rise. “Wow Mommy! You have big muscles!” “Can you make a muscle too honey?” She curled her arm as I did, and a muscle jumped immediately, her arm rising to twice its normal size into a perfectly shaped ball. “Mommy, I didn’t’ know I had muscles!” Her 7-inch arm had risen to over 10 inches! “Honey, I didn’t know you were so strong.” It was uncanny, and scary that she was so strong/. She had nearly twice the strength that I did at her age. “I didn’t think girls were s’posed to be strong mommy.” “You’re very special honey.” And I gave her a quick lecture about keeping her strength, and her muscles, a secret. “Can’t I even tell Lori?” “No honey…not for a long time. You promise me you won’t tell her…or anyone?” “Well…OK…I promise.” “And honey?” “Huh?” “No more beating up the boys…OK?” “I won’t…I don’t want to hurt them.” I wasn’t sure how to deal with her. While she was very strong for her size and age, I doubt she had inclination as to how powerful a young woman she was going to become. But I was more concerned about she felt about herself, and what her strength did to her. * * * At 13, I had continued raising Krissy the way I always had. She had trained in ballet, had become an accomplished pianist for her age, and had participated in, and won, most of the beauty pageants she entered. She was also blossoming too much for her age. Now standing 5’2”, she had developed a body most full-grown women would admire. More than once I caught fully-grown adults, men and women, double taking when they saw her, looks that weren’t lost on her. She began on insisting on wearing clothes that only a grown woman should wear. While I wouldn’t allow it, she would spend her baby sitting money on clothes sexier than even I wore. I only found out as I was stopped by the mall jewelry store, having let her off there an hour earlier. She was walking with two of her friends, Mary Jo and Tanya and I was shocked at what I saw. While Mary Jo and Tanya were beautiful, they were no match for Krissy. As she approached me, I saw her first, fortunately. If she hadn’t been my daughter, I’d have sworn she was one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen. But she was wearing a pink mini- skirt cut well above her knees, hi heeled sandals, and a blouse, buttoned only partially showing much too much cleavage for her age, and tied at the waist showing her bare midriff. As I approached them, Krissy showed the first look of rebellion I’d seen from her. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked her. “I’m having fun with my friends…what does it look like?” “I think it’s time to go home…and don’t use that tone with me.” “I’m not going home…and I’ll use whatever tone I want…and you can’t stop me. I’m stronger than you now.” She looked at me as though testing me, wanting to prove something. We were on the second floor, standing next to the railing iron railing looking into the first floor of the mall. She grabbed one of the vertical iron posts anchored to the concrete floor, looked at me and smiled. Then, almost effortlessly, she started pulling up on the post. The concrete floor began to crumble at the base of the post as she pulled it up, her arm tense, her bicep raised under her sleeve. “Wow Krissy…you’re so…strong.” Mary Jo exclaimed. “And look at her muscle! It’s bigger than mine!” said Tanya. “That’s so cool Krissy. She looks even stronger than we are.” She pulled her arm to waist high, the entire railing moving with it, and two other posts pulled from the floor on either side. Then she let go and the railing dangled over the side of the floor, startling the people below. “How’s that for strength? You can’t do that,” she said to me, a smirk on her face. “Come with me Krissy,” I said grabbing her hand, starting to pull her away. To my surprise, she didn’t move, but jerked me backwards. I pulled harder, but she didn’t move. I saw a sly smile come across her face as she started squeezing my hand. I squeezed back, but only to prevent her from hurting me. But it wasn’t enough…she was hurting me, and I couldn’t stop her. Strong as I was, I had never encountered anyone with Krissy’s strength. It hurt so much, tears came from my eyes. As soon as she saw them, her demeanor changed. She let go, backed away from me, then turned and ran. “Krissy!” I called after her. But she was running as fast as I’d ever seen her and knew I wouldn’t catch her. I ordered Mary Jo and Tanya home, threatening to call their parents. They left without a fight, both raving about Krissy’s strength. I returned to my car and circled the mall, hoping to find her. I backtracked home, and found her walking, her head hung, only three blocks from home. I pulled up beside her. She got in the back seat without speaking. Glancing at her in the mirror, each time my eyes caught hers, she looked away. Something was bothering her. I thought it best to let her brood. When she was ready, she’d talk. When we got home, she exited the car quickly, ran in the house and ran straight to her room. I waited outside her door, hoping she’d come out, or want to talk. After 20 minutes, I heard her crying. I walked into her room slowly and found her lying on the bed, facing the other direction. I sat on the bed, stroking her hair softly. A moment later, she jumped in my arms, and let a flood loose. I held her tightly as she cried for what seemed an eternity. I thought of the irony of how powerful, yet vulnerable that she was. As she ran out of tears, she was ready to talk. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to Mom.” “I know baby…it’s OK.” “I’ll never do it again…I promise…I mean it” she said as the tears began to dry, mostly on my blouse. “You feel better now honey?” She wiped her eyes with her hands and looked at me and smiled, and sniffled. “Yes…much better.” “Good…you know those clothes have to go don’t you?” “I know…but can I save them?” “I’ll save them for you…now come here.” She stood up and I started undressing her, still wondering why she been cursed with such a beautiful body. She slipped into a nightie as we discussed odds and ends. I turned back her bed as she climbed in. Her brief spell had worn her out. “Mom…how come I’m so strong…and nobody else is?” she asked in her sweetest voice. “I don’t know honey…but your strength is a special gift…you like it don’t you?” “Yes…but…it’s starting to feel…different.” I knew this was coming…it happened to me. “What do you mean baby?” “You know how you feel when you get dressed up…and you feel really pretty…and even sexy?” “Uh huh…I sure do.” “Well, being strong makes me feel like that too. And…I like to watch myself in the mirror making my muscles grow…and see how big they get…it makes me feel…sexy to be so strong.” “It makes me feel like that too baby. Being strong always made me feel very sexy. Does that make you feel better?” She smiled, as though a burden had been relieved. “By the way honey, you have a problem to deal with.” “What do you mean?” “Mary Jo and Tanya…they know…and I’m not sure I liked the way they looked at you.” “They’ll be OK. They’re the two strongest girls in school…well, even stronger than the boys are…that’s why I started hanging around with them. At first they didn’t want me around, but I told them how much I admired their strength, and we just became friends. And I think they like being with me, because…well, we’re all beautiful.” “You mean they’re stronger than you?” She laughed as soon as I’d said it. “No…they’re very strong…but I’m sure I’m stronger than they are. If their reaction at the mall was any idea, I guess they’ll just have to get used to admiring my strength now.” I reached down and kissed her goodnight, then got up, turned out the light and closed the door.