Introduction

I don't know if this is book material, but what I do know is that this is something I've been dreaming about since I've entered to UMD, find a way to express myself, my fantasies and a way to describe who am I, this time by the eyes of a character, a character based on one of the girls i've been in love with since college, and a question, "what if she, was also a Wam fetishist?", with this in mind i've created my own story about a girl, about her firsts steps into this messy world, I hope you enjoy reading it and If you can identify with her, I hope you also hug and embrace this messy side of you, because its part of what makes you different.

This story also implied a challenge to myself, since english is not my mother language I put here all that I've been learning from english language since I've been in elementary school, with nothing more to say, please enjoy my story, I truly wait that this is only the chapter 1 of many many more.


Chapter 1: Myself and my life

This story, my story, begins in a place where many stories happen, and no, I am not talking about New York, but this city is also part of the US, It is Chicago, my name is Jhoanna, I'm a common girl, my parents are a cute Mexican couple who came in the early 80's to search the "American Dream" or something like that, I have a younger sister, her name is Lily, she is 5, today is her birthday, I was born and raised here in Chicago, now I am 24, I'm studying the last year of architecture in the Illinois university, I'm what you can possibly call a "regular girl", I go to parties sometimes, I have some friends, I haven't had a boyfriend but I am not virgin either, I think all of this as I see the sunrise from the metro train, while I watch other people traveling and I try to imagine their stories, I see this woman in front of me, she is wearing a nice, clean, and new looking office attire, she might work for a big enterprise, she looks angry, maybe her driver got sick and she had to take the CTA, I look on the left, the Willis tower and most of the city looks like it was on fire when the golden morning sunlight hits its big windows, even if it's far from where I am, I can see it clearly, which is one of the things I love more from my city, the skyline from above, can you imagine what a woman of the 18th century would think if she saw that building-filled skyline, she might think is a work of the devil or something like that, I look down to my feet, my red painted toenails shine with the small rays of sunlight that enter from the window, and fly between the legs of many other people, I decided to wear my mother's high heeled sandals, and a long spring dress with small yellow flowers on it, It's finally May and the heat is starting to rise in the city, I can dress again with something more comfortable and fresh, even though I love the winter and my fluffy jackets, then I hear the mechanical voice of the train announcing the next station, I grab my backpack and my portfolio and I prepare myself to go down the train in the platform, station Clark/Lake, almost at downtown, I'm a little far away from my campus, but I love so much to travel in the train at the morning, therefore I didn't care about a little round, besides, it's Friday, I own myself some pleasure.
While I was walking to change the platform I stopped in front of a office building, just to look at myself, I posed and pointed my feet as if I were a model, I am not what you would call a "hot girl" but neither I am ugly, my skin is light brown, more clear than what must people expect to be the skin color of a Latina girl, my body is not sculptural but I am definitely beautiful, maybe a 70-60-65, my face is round and my small slanted eyes made most of my family call me "la China", which means "the Chinese" because to them, my eyes make me look like an Asian girl, my smile shows one of my crooked tooth, my pointy nose makes my face look cute though, my hair long and straight falls over my back, and my fringe covers my forehead, I tell all this to myself as look my reflection in the office window, I even laugh a little by imagining some office worker looking at me, inviting her partners to look at the crazy girl looking herself in the window as it was a mirror.
Its 10:00 am, I've arrived to my school, the UIC school of architecture, I entered to my first classes, and everything went as you could expect from a Friday in a last year class, teachers trying to motivate you to keep going, projects and assignments for the next week, the classic professor who avoid an explanation with the "This is something you should already know from your past classes" argument, when I hear a voice coming from the chair next to me.
-Hey Jo! Did you made the blueprints that Professor James asked for? - Said a girl while she sits next to me, of course I recognize her, blonde, even more sculptural than me, and wearing her jeans and white top, my best friend Shayla.
-What's up shay! the blueprints are not for today, Professor James said they were for next Thursday. - I said as I hugged her
-God thanks! I'm so fucking tired, I don't wanna draw anymore for this week, if I draw another living room, I'm going to scream.
Shayla and I were friends since high school, since I defended her from a bully, I don't remember the name of that girl, I only remember that she was way too big and fat, and that my eye hurt me a lot for two days, after the fight, actually I don't even remember the fight, maybe she knocked me out with only one punch.
A few hours later I've heard a strong noise, it was a thunder, I looked from the window, and I saw the clouds gray and heavy, I prayed for the rain to wait me until I get home, but It didn't happened, my prayers were not heard, while I was looking distracted at the chalkboard the rain began to fell heavily in the window, and probably in most of the city, suddenly I felt regret about my outfit, high heeled sandals and a long dress are not precisely the best attire to run from the rain, or to avoid puddles, even worse if you have to jump to avoid falling in one, along with that, I am sure that my mom would kill me if I get in home with her shoes wet, or damaged in any possible way, I looked at my feet and my mother's shoes, I felt worried, she loves this shoes so much, since they were a gift from my grandma who passed away 3 years ago, they are pretty simple too, just a high heeled pair of sandals, in black leather and with two straps to tie your feet to them, I thought that I would look cute on them but maybe I shouldn't had worn them today, maybe I should had seen the weather forecast in the morning before even ask to my mom to borrow me her shoes, I felt worried and Shayla noticed it. She told me happily.
- Hey, relax girl, I will take you home, my dad borrowed to me his car today-. Said Shayla with confidence.
- Are you sure? it's far away from your home -. I said looking at her, I felt relieved for her offer, but I still felt the need to say.
- Yeah, don't worry, I will go to downtown with some friends after that, I have time, by the way, don't you wanna go with us? Some stuffed pizza, a margarita and fun Said Shayla smiling trying to convince me.
- No, today is my sister's birthday, I can't go anywhere else but my home. I said
- Oh well then it will be another time, but my offer stills on if you get bored of a children party- Shayla said with her confident smile.
The rain kept falling almost until my class ended, as it was a joke of God himself, when the professor said "let's go, have a nice weekend" the rain stopped, Shayla and I walked out of the building talking about our computers and homework, I remember when we used to talk about boys, parties and other senseless stuff, is curious how the college changes your life.
After some walking we left the building and I saw Shayla's car, a 2010's black Ford Explorer parked next to a grass filled area, but that was not grass, the color of that puddles were not green as the grass beneath them, it was black, they were mud puddles, I looked at them nervous, Shayla had no problem walking over them, splashing and squelching water and mud, after all, she have been a farm girl since ever, her fathers and grandfathers had a farm away from the city, her aunt was the one who owned a home here in Chicago, Shayla lived with her in the week and went to her father's farm on weekends since we was in high school, she was not afraid of mud or any stuff alike, me on the other hand, I was petrified in front of the mud puddles, I didn't wanted to mess my mother's shoes, but there was nothing to jump with, no rocks or anything that I can use as a bridge, and of course, something that don't demand much of a jump or a leap that put this shoes in risk.
- Is anything wrong? -. Asked Shayla stepping next to the truck.
- The mud, I can't walk through it with these shoes, they are not mine, they are from my mom-. I spoke.
- Oh I can't pick you up there where you are standing, is a wrong sense line, just, take them off and walk -. Said Shayla pointing at mi feet.
- WHAT?!, NO WAY! I am not walking barefoot in there, what if there are worms or something, take a turn and pick me up please. - I replied nervous and a little afraid.
- Come on, it's just mud, it won't kill you. Said Shayla.
I don't know if was being unreasonable or It was my fear of being bit for something hiding under the mud, but I also understood the situation, if Shayla returned to pick me over the street she would have to take a lot of trip, I know she said she was on good time, but my little girly fear would take her at least 20 minutes of traffic to make a U-turn and go back to pick up me, and for as much as she is my friend, that is asking much, maybe I should not be so childish, I mean, she is right, it's just mud, it won't kill me, and as one of our rudest teachers said "someday you'll be in a construction site, and you will have to walk and work around mud, cement and a lot of sweaty man, if you are not up to that then quit, I'm teaching to the architects that would build the next big skyscraper, not to fragile princesses who are afraid to mess their shoes or break a nail".
- But if I walk in the mud, I will mess up your car's rug -. I said waiting for Shayla to react and accept taking that turn.
- There's a puddle here, it's clean water in front the passenger's door, you clean your feet here, come on Jhoanna, don't be afraid, it's just a puddle, let's go -. Said Shayla as she thrown her bag in the passenger seat.
I understood the situation and I realized that I didn't had another choice, I took off my heels and stepped in the wet pavement, it felt so cold and rough that made me step in my tiptoes, I walked and put myself in front of the mud puddle, my mother's heels in my right hand and my backpack in my back, It would take me a second to step in and walk across it, I thought to myself, "it's just mud, dirt and water, no more, no less", I took a little breath and I stepped in.