Tom/Kiara: Down the Rabbit Hole

I've had a lot of time in the past day to do research... about the Inn, about Kiara, about being in a body that has recently given birth. In the past ~24 hours I've pumped my breasts four times, including right now as I type this, over the hissing strains of the machine. You see, the milk builds up and causes pain and pressure, until you can't ignore it, hence I have no choice but to submit myself to this. It's very strange to feel myself being milked and then see all this stuff coming out of me, but if I don't, then the body might stop producing, and I'd feel weirdly responsible for that even though I haven't even met this baby.

One thing at a time, though.

(If you don't want to hear about this, sorry, but I don't want to be living it either.)

Kind of a shame that as soon as the milk is out, all I can do is dump it, but if recent experience has taught me anything there's plenty more where it came from. (shudder)

Aside from relieving myself a couple of times, which goes about how you would expect (we're all adults with at least a 9th grade understanding of biology, right? No surprises really for this first-timer) that's what the bulk of my experience as Kiara has been. I wore my own ill-fitting clothes to the laundromat because I didn't know where hers had been. I sorted the clothes into "will reluctantly wear" and "would have to be forced to wear," since teenage girls, even ones who have semi-recently given birth, enjoy showing a lot more skin than I do. I then made a trip to Old Navy up in South Portland because her taste in underwear was not what I would call "beginner friendly." (I wore bikini bottoms under jean shorts for the day.) There, I encountered a very, erm, fun, selection of prints and styles.

I'm now wearing her cloth shorts with "my" Kiara!Underwear, and will don her tank top once I can unplug myself. 

In the last day or so, I've learned a lot -- beyond physical stuff. I've gotten access to Kiara's socials. There's a lot on Instagram from prior to and during her pregnancy. I see a happy young girl with lots of friends and an active life: school, activities, parties. The girl in those pictures looks a little different to how I'm used to seeing Kiara -- obviously she's less disheveled, more presentable, wearing makeup and accessories with her hair taken care of. She's also thinner, for obvious reasons, although I wouldn't say that her/my current figure is "fat," just... up a few sizes after giving birth. A little softer, you know? (Holding her clothes against my own reveals a startling size discrepancy that I can hardly fathom in the abstract.) 

Then further down her timeline, there's pregnancy stuff, and then baby stuff and virtually no friends. If I had to guess, her social life probably took a pretty big nosedive once she gave birth, because as I understand it, once you have a baby, that's kind of all you have going on.

I also saw the father, and he looks like a perfect Gen-Z d-bag and I hope I don't have to deal with him very much -- he disappears sometime during the pregnancy posts. No surprise there. There were a few glimpses of family in there too, but nothing that expands on what basic facts were in the note I received.

Regarding the Inn, I've read up a lot on its history, I know more about how it works and/or how it is believed to work. Thank you Art Milligan/Penny, wherever you are. I'm of two minds continuing to post. On the one hand, since I was clearly the target of some kind of nefarious scheme, it might not be safe for me to talk much here. On the other hand, they didn't exactly need me to have any kind of presence on the blog to target me, so what difference does it make? Maybe I'll keep things close to the vest, but it will probably be good to have an outlet where I can sign my own name.

For the time being, here are my objectives:

1. Finish my story. That's still important to me. It's clearly going to take a backseat, but I have a few opportunities still that I can't let slip through my fingers.
2. Learn what I can about the people who did this to me. They have to have figured, I'm not taking this lying down, as powerless as I am.
3. Find the real Kiara. I don't know how she actually feels about this situation, if she wants to go home and be reunited with her family but it behooves me to try to make that possible. Inversely, I've guessing it will be tough to convince the new Tom, whenever he shows up, to play ball, but I have to try.
4. Be the best Kiara I can be. I may hate this body and life but there's a tyke out there who needs a mama and apparently I'm it.
   

Logically, I should probably make haste back to North Carolina since Kiara's family will be expecting her, but she's already been gone so long, and I have a few days left here, I need to make the most of them.

-Tom/Kiara (going to try to get used to that.)