This choice: Tom suggests a nearby store that appears to be open. • Go Back...Chapter #7Tom suggests a nearby store that seems open. by: Mr. George   The three friends took Rick's change and reaction as well as could be expected. Panic guiding them to blame the former Rick for guiding Charlotte's new body, behaviours and insecurities. The flash of pink that washed over the boys, came from the direction Charlotte had haired off to, in the car. Their only real hope of escaping town, or of getting far enough away.
They were uncertainly nodding in agreement, that that wouldn't be their fate. That they had a higher opinion of women.... or a better history with women, or whatever was settling them into their new fates, bodies and roles. The look on each face was a mask of doubt, and shallow hope. Each desperately trying to convince himself, and them that they weren't doomed to be vacuous eye candy.
They walked in a tight knit group down the street. Each trying to monitor their behaviour for girly mannerisms. A certain sway in his hips, or a skip in his step. Even a certain way of holding their hands as they walked. The three also kept a watchful eye on their friends too. As if afraid of contanimation, or some other risk of catching it.
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As they walked down the street, the first store they came to gave them pause. Reaching the open store, with the whistling assistant inside. They look through the wide, tall glass windows to the interior.
They stumbled awkwardly to a halt, bumping against one another as they looked in. It was a clothes store with rack upon rack of clothes for sale. The whistler was an attractive woman in her twenties. "She's pretty." Tom observed, before slapping his hand guiltily over his mouth. Grant and Charlie taking the slightest step back from their friend. Grant's gaze wandering to check Tom's ass for signs of swelling. Charlie's gaze drifting to see if any breasts were budding beneath that simple T-shirt.
Tom caught their worried looks, "Perhaps, I'm just more honest about my opinion. She is cute." He still looked worried about being struck by pink lightning, or punished in some similar manner.
"Maybe, not being honest with yourself is the trigger." He mused aloud.
The thought becoming a worry in Grant and Charlie's eyes.
"We can't be too cowardly to act... we can't be too..." Charlie lowered his voice to a whisper, "...too girly, or that'll guide us to that kind of body."
"But, you could be... you both could be wrong." Grant said, his eyes darting about, "Your macho, sexist bullshit sounds like something Rick would've said..." He turned to Charlie, "And you're sexism might make you a girly girl... who loves micro-miniskirts, and taking it up the ass."
Tom raised a calming hand, detecting the fear whirling out of control behind Grant's eyes.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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