This choice: Her Ex-Boyfriend's Latest Girlfriend • Go Back...Chapter #9Her Ex-Boyfriend's Latest Girlfriend by: Clockworange   Everyone in this family sucks, thought Carmen to herself as she stormed out of the house. Nobody likes having fun like I do. After being rebuffed by her brother John (you), she thought a little demonstration of the bowl's powers was in order. But who to test it on?
She was certain of the bowl's mysterious powers to swap bodies; it was the only thing she could remember from her Ancient Mythologies course in freshman year in college. It was the only thing she could remember because that was her only morning class, one into which she would often stumble hung over and still half drunk from the previous night's debauchery. But while the professor mentioned the bowl offhand, more of an aside to a supposedly fake artifact of times gone by, Carmen believed the thing was real. And here it was, half full of water and shimmering in the early May sunlight, held steady in her own hands as she strolled over to the nearby park.
But who to test it on? Carmen surveyed groups of parkgoers.
Over there underneath the large oak tree: a young family sitting down for a picnic atop a checkerboard cloth. The father had a chiseled jaw and rugged features, wearing a button-up plaid shirt with sleeves rolled up. Kind of hunky, Carmen thought to herself, a little too worthy a body for dear old John. He could have been here, helping her uncover the mysteries of this bowl. Besides, maybe John would be better suited as the thirty-something year old wife sitting criss-cross next to him. Her short-cropped blonde hair looked tussled about from the wind, and she was wearing a blouse that accentuated her tall, lithe figure. How would John react to becoming a housewife? Carmen snickered to herself and continued looking.
Standing in the open field were two young children, a preteen girl and her little brother, flying a kite. No doubt the children of the man and woman from earlier, Carmen presumed. The girl held the reel tightly in her small fingers, while the boy skipped about underneath the shadow of the kite twisting and tumbling overhead. Swap John into one of them? Carmen shook her head: too difficult to get near them and have them drink from the bowl without coming across as some kind of creepy stranger. Would she willingly accept a drink from some random person? Well, maybe if she were at a house party and the drink came in a plastic red cup... but most people wouldn't, probably.
Carmen espied an old gentleman wearing a three-piece suit and bowler cap, sitting on a bench along a jogging path. The greying, elderly man looked lonely; resting against his hip was a cane and his mustachioed face worn and wrinkled. He was feeding bread to the pigeons. Perhaps this man could get a new lease on life? And perhaps John could come to appreciate the youth he was so carelessly wasting? Carmen liked that idea most of all.
Walking up the jogging path on her way to the old man, she saw someone else who filled her with rage... and delight. In that instant Carmen knew exactly who to swap with John.
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Their apartment lease was up for renewal in April after university ended: Brad and Carmen. But their relationship had been on the rocks for several months already, and Carmen could see the writing on the wall. He had found somebody else. He didn't care about her any longer.
They had met at a tailgating event before a game in September, taking their lusty encounter straight to Brad's frat house room without even seeing the game. Two weeks later, Brad signed the lease to an apartment off campus and Carmen stopped commuting to school.
Carmen's wages as a part-time campus tour guide were decent but insufficient to meet their living expenses, which included sky-high rent in the trendy, gentrified part of town. Brad worked as an announcer and color commentator for several of the uni's sports teams, hoping some day to make it on a high-profile broadcasting network. A former athlete himself, Brad's stunning figure is what attracted Carmen to him initially, and then she learned to like his boneheaded jocky personality after that.
They were both flirts; Carmen would be the first to admit that. Which is why she wasn't totally against the idea of maintaining an 'open relationship' as Brad called it. So what if he slept around once in a while? She was free to do it as well (which she did). But the original condition of 'once in a while' turned out to be like every weekend. Every Friday evening, Carmen would arrive home from work and find some girl scurrying out of bed, half naked, grabbing a wad of clothes before disappearing. She gave him hell for that, but he never listened.
One of these girls Carmen recognized more than any others: Alexia Tate. They went to the same high school together, but Alexia was literally too busy bedding the entire football team to focus on her studies. She developed a reputation of being a tease, an easy lay, a dumb bimbo with fake T&A and a ravenous appetite for the male sex. Whether or not it was all true, she made Carmen look puritanical by comparison. Alexia graduated, apparently, although it took her a year longer than everyone else. Carmen doubted Alexia had the brains to go to college. Probably on the prowl for some sugar daddy or young stud.
Carmen could go on and on. Which is why she felt especially betrayed when Brad finally told her his intentions of breaking off their relationship in favour of Alexia. When she first heard him announce that in April, Carmen wasn't sure how to respond. Sure, it was one thing to go for a nice girl, maybe one who's more prim-and-proper and ready to settle down and have a few kids. Carmen could understand that. What she couldn't understand is why anyone would want to go steady with someone like Alexia over her.
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Alexia was stretching her leg, not having noticed Carmen approach yet. It infuriated Carmen that she probably had enough spare time to get a real tan. Her arms and legs were shaved, and her fingernails were tipped in a cutesy pink. Her eyebrows were penciled to perfection. Her hair was dark and smooth, trailing down to the small of her back. Today she was wearing a sports bra underneath a strappy purple tank top, as well as a pair of black yoga pants and sneakers. Carmen even took note that her ears were pierced, she scrutinized her that closely:
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The more Carmen thought about it, the more furious she got. So, as she approached her ex-boyfriend's girlfriend, she adorned the fakest, most insidiously syrupy smile.
"Fancy seeing you here!" Carmen squealed, setting down the bowl and embracing Alexia in a hug. "You look positively gorgeous in that outfit, by the way."
"Thanks!" Beamed Alexia innocently, continuing to stretch as she talked to the young woman who hated her guts. "Got these shoes on sale last week. Don't they look so sporty?"
"They sure do!" Carmen quickly cut to the chase. "Say, I noticed that you didn't bring a water bottle with you on your jog this morning. Super important to stay well hydrated, y'know!" As if she needs water after all the cum she's been guzzling, Carmen thought bitterly.
Alexia's slack-jawed expression was replaced with one of surprise. "Oh! That's what I forgot on the way out this morning. Stupid, stupid!" She shook her head before noticing the bowl of water at Carmen's feet. "Do you mind if I take a drink before I start my workout?"
"What a coincidence," Carmen replied, picking up the bowl in her hands. "I just happened to be carrying this water with me too!" For the briefest moment, a twinge of guilt crossed her mind: Should she go through with this and make her drink from it?
"You're a good friend, Carmen." Said Alexia thankfully. "You're a much better person than what Brad says about you."
Just as Alexia was about to place her lips against the bowl, Carmen stops her. "Wait! What does Brad say about me?"
Alexia shrugs demurely, replying in a soprano, singsong voice. "I dunno... he just... y'know... said you two were incompatible. That's all."
Incompatible? Carmen frowned. Alexia looked again at her before taking a big gulp from the bowl.
Fuck them! resolved Carmen. Let's see how incompatible they are once Alexia becomes my teenage brother!
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