Christina's place is closer to the shop than yours is. It's tiny and she lives there alone. Her living room couch folds out to reveal not too bad a bed -- which takes up most of the living room.
"You and that fake Ingrid seemed to get pretty damned friendly back there," you say, the tones of a jealous boy marring your beautiful female voice.
"She's actually a nice lady," says Christina, "not the bitch I thought she was. I mean, I don't blame her for wanting to see a young Ingrid Bergman in the mirror. She even gave me some costumes for free!"
"Probably you'll get stuck in them," you say.
"She's scanned my body and there'll be a Christina suit ready along with your Jake one," she says, "if the very worst happens. Or... we could be each other! You should try being me for a week or two, Jake!" To your amazement, that actually seems a pretty good idea, and Christina correctly interprets your silence as approval -- or at least not outright disapproval -- of the idea. "It'll be so cool living each other's lives, Jake! You'll be able to appreciate me from the inside, too!"
Soon you're at Christina's apartment. She leaves you in the tiny living room with one of the bags. "Clothes for you, Jake: nightgown, some girl clothes in just your size for tomorrow. We'll stop at your apartment tomorrow to get a change of clothes that fits your Jake shape."
"And the other bags..."
"Three new mes!" she says, and steps briskly into her bedroom, locking the door behind herself.
You fold out the sofa bed. Christina has a set of clean-looking linen already on it. You don't figure you'll be getting any girl-on-girl action with Christina: she's never shown any signs of liking that. You undress and confirm from your reflection in the entryway mirror, needlessly, that your body looks perfectly female from the outside: maybe a gynecologist would find some of the necessary bits missing, but you doubt it: you're all girl. You sigh like the pretty woman you've become and put on the nightgown from the bag: it's flannel and comfortable without looking too dowdy.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.32 seconds at 9:28pm on Nov 24, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
