This choice: Aaron decides to head home. • Go Back...Chapter #4Aaron decides to head home. by: Unknown "No, It's quite alright."
The chauffeur relinquished his offer. He pressed the black button, buzz emanated from it. Several seconds later, another buzz answered back and the gates opened.
Stopping before his boss’s home, the chauffeur exited the car and strove towards Aaron’s door. The woman before him arose gracefully from the vehicle, a mischievous grin was plastered on her face. She sauntered towards the house. Her dress clung to her mature body. Her breasts jiggled slightly as did her ass; while her hips swayed back and forth. The man trudged with bags in hand.
Mm, This could be fun.
The inside of the home was pristine. A single marble staircase laid in front Aaron; leading up to the upper portion of the home. To his left was a contemporary styled kitchen. Knives, spoons, forks and other utensils were not seen.
Cabinets, maybe?
However, what was open in plain view was a sole bottle of wine. The label was intricately designed with the title “Taste of Italia” stamped across it.
Alright. That's all I needed to see.
Aaron turned around to face the driver. He placed the bags on the ground near the door.
“Richard. I want you to take a day off.”
Wait… Richard? How did I…?
The driver appeared to be astonished and confounded by the order. “B-but Miss! Who will drive you?”
Aaron began to speak, before some sort of outside influence forced him to stop; his new body continued on, despite that.
“No one. I'm rather tired; our little commute today has me yearning for some relaxation.”
W-wait a second! Why is thi-
But his thoughts were cut off by the chauffeur's answer.
“B-but Miss-”
“No ’buts’ Richard. And please, call me by my first name. You're not a child, after all.”
“Y-yes Mi-I mean, Janine.”
The chauffeur turned towards the open front door and trudged outside, eventually driving off. With an exasperated sigh, the woman closed the entrance; a small click echoed throughout the home. She then collapsed on the floor with a thud, and writhed in pain.
AW SHIT! What’s happening!?
Aaron’s mind was bombarded by harsh, vivid images. A near unfathomable amount of information was being jammed into his brain. Scenes of childhood, love, hardships, and triumphs flashed before him. Aaron’s stolen body now contorted more violently than before; his eyes started to roll into the back of his head. He attempted to scream or yell; anything to alert some sort of entity. Not a sound was made.
Shit! This isn't worth the pain at all! I have to get out of here!
Aaron gained brief control of the body; its movement steadied for a moment.
Alright. Now to just g-!
Then a flash of pain struck him; negating his effort. How his head throbbed with pain. His body undulated uncontrollably as the sensations eviscerated him.
Ugh... W-what's going on? Why am I on the floor? Wh-who am I?
Her body began to subside; steadying itself as moments went by. She then slowly picked herself from the ground and managed to stand.
Ugh, what am I, stupid? Of course I know who I am. I'm Janine. Janine Reese.
She smiled; laughing silently to herself as to how absurd it was that she forgot her own name. Her smile then morphed into an expression of indifference; then confusion, and finally, into sheer despair.
N-no!
She quickly raised a hand to her head.
My name is Aaron!
Now Aaron grasped her head with both hands; beads of sweat started to roll down her forehead; she was violently undulating and slouching. Eventually, it became too much for her; and so she screamed in agony. The deafening sound reverberated around the pristine home.
Aaron knelt down in an effort to regain her strength; her chest heaved.
Alright, that's it. Whatever that was, I don't care. I'm getting outta here.
Before he could, however, he stopped to analyze a peculiar object: a marble white statue. It was of an androgynous figure; staring blankly at nowhere. Its arms had been intentionally removed
That statue... Greg and I bought that when we first-wait!
Aaron stopped immediately. His heart pounded against his chest; he even so much as hyperventilated. Yet, nothing came. Aaron shifted his gaze around for a moment; as if looking for some sort of external entity that could have caused his troubles; he still found nothing. He looked towards another object; this time a bottle of an unopened Bombay Sapphire sitting on the kitchen counter.
Let's see. Carole bought that 2 months ago for my birthday; I've tried drinking it, but still haven't gotten around to doing that... Huh... Can I-?
At that moment, the sound of keys jostling in the door was heard. A small crack formed between the door and the wall that it was attached to; a female voice leaked its way through. The door opened fully, and there stood a young woman. She, similar to Aaron's current body, had brunette hair. A set of warm brown eyes locked with Aaron's own; her face, similar to the rest of her body, held a tanned tone; which was then accentuated by her thin nose, plump lips, and sharp chin. She wore a Nike cap on her head with her sprouting out of it into a ponytail. In fact, her whole appearance fit the archetypal example of a jogger. Strong, toned longs accompanied by sleek thighs; a flat stomach just barely covered by a singular sports bra; she was absolutely drenched in sweat and panting heavily.
The things Aaron could do with that body; a perverted smile found its way on Aaron's new face.
"Uhh, mom?"
Aaron's thoughts were interrupted. He shook his head for a second and vision cleared instantly.
"Mom, are you alright? You've been looking at me weird, and you don't look so good. Have you been drinking too much wine again?"
"U-uh no, sweetie. Just had a hard day is all." Aaron smiled confidently; his hearted violently thumped against his ribcage.
The young woman gave a short snort.
"Sweetie? You haven't called me that since I was a child. Well, anyway, I'll be in my room if you need me."
She briskly walked past Aaron towards the staircase.
Hmm... Carrie Reese. My one and only daughter. Her twentieth birthday just passed a month ago…
Aaron intently stared at the girl as she made her way up the staircase. Her ass caught Aaron's eye; it was compressed by her blue short-shorts; her panty lines even showed through as it jiggled up and down.
Hmm, should I? Or should I not?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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