This choice: See if I can call my family • Go Back... “That sounds fun, but let me see if I can call my family first,” I told Christy, “Um, can I borrow your phone?” I added. “Yeah, it’s in my … um, I guess, your purse over by the front door. She pointed at a small stand next to the main door. I got up and walked over to the stand and I could feel Christy’s eyes glued to my swinging hips as I took each step. Unless I actively thought about it, it felt like my new body moved of with a grace and sensuousness that I never would’ve experienced before. My new hips swung from side to side and my arms felt odd if I didn’t hold them limp-wristed by my sides in a feminine manner. It was muscle memory, I supposed, and if I tried to move any other way I felt off balance and wrong somehow. I gave up on fighting it quickly, what was the point anyways?
The purse was a small, golden clutch that only had enough space to hold Christy’s phone, a slim wallet and some basic cosmetics. I figured it was expensive from how it looked, but I had never really learned much about fashion or expensive brands. I pulled out the phone smiled when it unlocked for me right away. Unsurprisingly, it recognized my new face as its owner’s. On the one hand that made things easier for me, on the other it was a reminder that I was a completely different person now.
I didn’t remember a lot of phone numbers off the top of my head, but I tries as many as I could recall. I had to try many times just to get a call to dial through, but after trying for a while I didn’t get through to anybody. If the reports on TV were true, I was certainly not the only person trying to get a hold of someone on the phone, so that accounted for the lines being busy, but I had hoped to get through to someone anyways.
There was a loud, clanging sound that interrupted my thoughts. I followed the sound to a door opposite the main bedroom. I pushed the door open and found Christy shirtless on a weightlifting machine. She let the weight drop as I walked in, “Did you get a hold of your family?” she asked, sweat beading on her forehead. My new body felt warm at the sight of her masculine figure. It took me a second to reply, “Um, no, I … I …” I was having a hard time focusing on anything but his chiseled chest, “I tried several times, but the lines must be clogged up and I couldn’t reach anyone.”
I felt like I was caught between the intense sensations from my new body and the feeling of helplessness at not being able to reach anyone and finding myself in a completely insane situation. I slumped down on a bench with some weights next to it. Tony’s in-house gym looked like it had every machine and device you could ever need to stay in shame. Christy grabbed a towel near her and wiped off the sweat off her muscled body. She walked over and I could tell I wasn’t the only one whose movement were being affected by their body. She moved like confidence and swager that was entirely masculine. She sat down on the bench next to me and put an arm around me. I just melted into her chest and she pulled me in closer.
We sat in silence for a bit and I drew comfort from her big, warm body. She was the first to break the silence, “We’ll be alright.” I turned and looked up at her, raising my eyebrow questioningly, “We?” I asked. She smiled, “Yes, ‘We’ will be alright. Whatever is going on, I think we’re much better off figuring it out together. I’m sorry you couldn’t reach your family.”
I felt like there was so much more to that ‘We’ but I didn’t want to pursue it and, if I was honest with myself, if she meant what I thought she did, I wasn’t opposed to it. “Thank you,” was the best reply I could think of. “What about your family?” I asked, curious that she hadn’t tried to do the same. “I don’t really have one. I’ve been on my own since I left foster care and I’m sure I’m low on the list for my sugardaddies right now. Tony was the one I was closest to, but it really was purely business. I …” I could tell this was bringing up something painful for her, so I changed the subject, “So, what made you come here?” I gestured at the gym equipment around us.
“I don’t know, I’ve always wished I was stronger, now I am so I wanted to test Tony’s body out. He was always obsessing about staying in shape. Now I know why,” she flexed her free arm. “I feel so strong and so powerful now. It’s so different from my old body,” her eyes glided over every curve of what had been her body only hours before. She ran her hand up and down my outrageous and feminine curves. Her touch was like fire and I could barely hold myself back. I could blame it on the hormones of my new body. I could blame it on the insanity of the situation. In the end, it didn’t matter, I wanted her and she clearly wanted me. I spun around in one smooth motion and straddled her, landing my lips on hers.
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