This choice: Julie takes you out to the movies. • Go Back...Chapter #5Julie takes you out to the movies. by: Unknown Julie just had to be wearing a skirt on a windy day, didn't she? You tugged down the woolen over skirt as it flapped in the gale-like winds of autumn, fearing exposure of your undergarments to passerby's. Luckily you were wearing stocking socks beneath the short skirt. For some reason your modesty had increased tenfold
"Not so easy wearing a skirt, is it?"Julie jeered at your struggles.
"What did I do to deserve THAT remark?" You said, taken aback.
"You're always telling me to wear a skirt, no matter how much I said no, Danielle." Julie seemed to be solidly intent on calling you by your female name. Nothing you said, nor how much you complained; she wouldn't have it otherwise: "Guess you get to feel the downside personally. Not always fun is it?"
You had a pained look on your face: "I never forced you or anything! I only ever asked."
"Oh and I know EXACTLY why you asked, Danielle!" You cringed at her rebuke.
Then Julie laughed at you: "Oh Danielle, don't look so grim. I'm only pulling your leg! I really liked to wear anything that pleased you. But, as punishment, you now have to feel what its like to wear something you don't truly want to; at least for this once. That's only fair, isn't it girlfriend."
You were a bit shocked. You never realized Julie felt so strongly about it. You gave her a meek look: "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to demean you." Julie just pinched your cheek with a cheery grin: "I know!"
Then as if she remembered something critically important, Julie zig-zagged to your side in order to walk opposite from you: "I almost forgot: It's gentlemanly to protect a lady from oncoming traffic. I'm supposed to walk on the curb's side between us. Right?"
"Err...right." Julie was really, almost seemingly obsessively, getting into this Cross-Dating thing of hers. She appeared to revel in treating you as the girlfriend of this relationship almost as much as you disliked it. But she had the remote, and you didn't want to cross her whilst she was inhabiting your body - a body that was leaner, bigger, stronger, fitter and quite capable of overpowering you. And Julie would overpower you just in order to have her way.
"Well?" repeated her question, derailing your train of thoughts.
You didn't get what she just said, your thoughts were in another continent.
"Well what?" you ask.
"Aren't you going to take my hand?" she asked impatiently.
For some inexplicable reason, you somewhat dreaded touching yourself. Your own body that is. You continuously and without exception felt steaming hot and awkward with any and all physical contact with Julie while she was you. Maybe her body's girl hormones derailed your composure, since you immanently found yourself heaving in quick breaths and adorned with rose-red cheeks whenever Julie so much as grazed your skin with hers. What the blazes was happening??? You were never, not nearly to any extent, this aroused by Julie whilst you were in your own body. It was without question: you had the hots for yourself!!!
Seeing you hesitate, Julie took none of your nonsense and just grappled your left hand in hers. Your tongue became dry as a cork in response. The feel of Julian's leathery firm fingers in yours held tightly, oh it was so dreamy-
Wait, what the crud???!!!! You actually thought that!? And you had used Julie's male counterpart name!
You felt way out of place. Your body - Julie's body; Danielle's body - seemed to go haywire in attraction for yourself. Something you had never before experienced as a boy. Most unnervingly was that you adored this feeling.
"See. That wasn't so bad. We're a couple, remember? Act like it." Julie said. You just nodded meekly, trying to regain composure.
You two reached the halfway checkpoint to the town's local cinema. Julie suddenly let go of your hand: "Why are you so stiff? Don't you like holding hands with me, Danielle?"
"No...It's not that!" You defended.
Julie glared, then tilted her head sideways and smiled eerily: "Okay. Then lets try something else. Something I know YOU would really like."
And she hooked her arm around your hornet-like waist and pulled you closer; resistance was futile, Julie had the monopoly in strength. Already your face resembled freshly plucked tomatoes: "There. Better You're already loosening up." And she pulled you along with her in a shackling grip: "Don't lie. I can see you like that! Well, let's be on our way. The movies await!"
"Err...Julie...can you...back up a bit?" You requested, nervously.
"What? I didn't hear you, Danielle." And as if to spite you, Julie moved her arm upwards to directly beneath your breasts; much the way a dude would to sneakily have a touch at them. She didn't make any subtlety about it, clearly out to test your pride.
"What do you think you're doing?" You asked, now angry.
"What?" she asked innocently: "Isn't this what you always wanted, Danny-boy? You always wanted to have a go at my tits. Well look-"she said as squeezed your chests with her upper arm. Your heart-rate exploded in sensual sensory overload: "-you're getting to touch them!!" She shouted the last bit almost as if bitter.
You untangled yourself from her embrace and jumped back; you shouted at Julie, enraged: "Why are you doing this?! Are you punishing me? You've been way out ever since we've swapped bodies. What's the matter with you, Julie. And I don't mean the obvious. How have I wronged you?"
"I just want to let you know how I feel!" Julie screamed back: "You're always making me feel like I'm nothing but a pretty face with a pretty figure to you."
"Then why didn't you just say something?! I would have done something about it!" You hollered.
You two stared at each other for a moment of mutual hatred and fury. Then as if a cloud had passed, Julie stretched herself and shrugged her shoulders apologetically: "I don't know. I guess...I didn't feel like I could say anything to you. Stupid of me, right?"
You sighed as if exhaling a long fag and rubbed your forehead with your index finger and thumb: "Julie...we can't let things go unsaid for so long...look, I'm really sorry if I've ever made you feel like the way that you feel."
Julie seemed almost if someone had taken her fire from her; like she hadn't expected you would apologize so easily. She also seemed embarrassed by what she had done to you: "I'm...sorry too. Guess that was a bit rough of me. We're still going on a date, aren't we?" she asked anxiously.
You smiled inwardly. Typical Julie. Never would something let be. Also she had the damn remote: "Yeah, sure. But no more kinky stuff, you hear."
Julie just grinned naughtily: "But you seemed to like that so much." You blushed.
"Let's just get to the movies!"
"Hey, don't change the subject! I'm not done teasing you about it!" Julie exclaimed jokingly.
"Last one to the cinema smells like stinking socks!" You yelled over your shoulders, ignoring Julie's poking comment as you started running with vigor towards the town mall in which the cinema was situated.
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The ticket-collector was an old spectacled senior who wore a red buttoned overcoat and one of those funny cylindrical hats. Now he had been in the business for several decades: from the silent white-and-black screens to the computerized third dimension of motion pictures. He watched the teenager couple with a bemused smile after he heard the following conversation. Yes, kids these days...it seems everything was reversed.
The brunette girl with doe-eyes complained to her mate: "Oh for the love of sweet mercy, Julie! Do we have to go see a Chick-flick? That's 90 minutes I'd better spend my time impaled on a spike!"
"Stop being such a scrooge, Danielle! I'm paying, I get to choose the movie." The skinny chap said: "Lighten up. You might actually enjoy it."
"Are you trying to torture me? That's the girliest film in the array! Can we at least watch a thriller or action picture? I don't want to view an hour's worth of cheerleaders proving how air-headed they are!" the girl moaned.
"But this one's so romantic! Even you'll be weeping like a fountain, Danielle." The boy said, holding his hands, fingers interlocked, next to his chin, his eyes flickering.
"Ugh!" was all the girl said.
"Well come on then. It's starting already!" And the boy pulled the girl with infant-like excitement into the cine theater room.
The ticket-collector just shook his head. Yes, kids these days. Everything seems to be reversed...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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