To Shane it felt like an eternity as he stood inches from the door that Rose had slammed in his face. An eternity to get his mind moving again as his situation washed over him yet again. For a moment he considered making a scene, but quickly thought better of it - first of all, Shane certainly didn't want to draw attention to himself in his current condition and second of all, Rose could simply call the police and have 'Vanessa' removed from the property.
That last thought hit Shane hard. He didn't live here anymore. He looked down at the cleavage erupting from the most conservative dress he'd been able to find in Vanessa's closet and made a mental correction. She didn't live here anymore.
When it came down to it, there really was only one option. He had to go back to Vanessa's apartment. It was a safe place at least. Staying here meant that Rose could force the issue by having 'Vanessa' forcibly removed from the property. Wandering the city meant risking any number of seedy characters. Calling any of his friends would mean trying to prove he wasn't Vanessa and even then, well, most of his friends were as eager to score as he had been - fending off the advances of his own friends was not appealing. And going to the strip club where Vanessa worked was simply out of the question. It was bad enough he had to see himself in this body; getting ogled by a bunch of horny strangers was absolutely not in the cards.
On the positive side, he'd been to Vanessa's place often enough that getting there was no great difficulty. On the negative side, between Vanessa's body, the dress, and the fact that he'd long ago given up trying to walk in Vanessa's stiletto heels, opting to carry them instead, he definitely looked like a cheap bimbo doing a walk of shame. Even if he hadn't known, the catcalls would have clued him in.
With a sigh, Shane climbed up the stairs in Vanessa's slightly run-down apartment building to her 3rd floor flat. The cheap lock required a little jiggling before allowing the key to turn, one more reminder that Vanessa didn't share Shane's status in the world.
"Made it," Shane thought, as he pushed the door open, "I can settle down for a moment and actually think about what to do next..."
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 0.27 seconds at 2:45pm on Nov 25, 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
More by this author