This choice: Onto the perspective of someone else in town... • Go Back...Chapter #4Onto the perspective of someone else in town... by: Unknown "...on the eve of the local election, it seems Mayor Smith is doing all he can to rouse up support in both the changed and unchanged factions of the town. While this may seem good on the surface, it must be stated that the Mayor has been reluctant to discuss any concrete motions to halt the increasing influx of prostitution on the Rotherham streets, a practise that is becoming ever more lucrative by the night, and therefore more and more dangerous to ignore..."
"Hear that, honey?"
Kelly's ears perked up to the high-pitched squeak, causing the glittering silver chain connecting the stud in her upper earlobe to the golden block dangling from the lower one to shudder, coming from the living room sofa, far away from her temporary kitchen solitude.
She sighed in faint annoyance, wiping some perspiration off from her forehead before refocusing on the task at hand before her.
Her hands- the gaudy things they were, that (though tipped with an especially feminine flowery coat of nail polish) were much too long and awkward to pass as 'womanly', in any sense of the word)- were hard at work, chopping up bell peppers to toss into the chicken curry she was preparing for her family-of-three to enjoy.
"I'm in the middle of something, babe..." she hollered back, skilfully using the knife to stack the peppers into a neat pile and shunt them into the churning brown abyss brewing in the pot on the stove.
"C'mon, Kelly, it'll only be a minute."
She rolled her eyes in frustration. The man never seemed to take a hint. Still, he was her husband, falws and all. She was well aware he'd continue pestering her until she finally relented.
She muttered something under her breath as she cleaned the knife and gently rest it against the wooden chopping board. After undoing the knot of the red bandana clasped around her scalp, she clapped her fingers together, more out of habit than of anything else, allowing her a chance to grimace at the thick globs of grease that'd accumulated on them.
She ran her fingers across the face of her apron and the grey turtleneck underneath, tracing across her flattened torso and her masculine abdomen until the latter abruptly ballooned out into wide hips and a contrastingly feminine pelvis structure, all squeezed into a criminally tight pair of denim shorts- chosen precisely to accentuate her arse (or lack thereof, considering it had barely any shape anymore).
"One moment, Tony."
She groaned as she swivelled around and approached the sink, rolling up her sleeves to expose more of her somewhat muscular appendages. Kelly rinsed her digits thoroughly before lapping some water in her palms and using it to slick back the ash blonde quiff atop her scalp, deftly shaved on the back and sides, all whilst being slightly longer and curlier on top.
She'd been reluctant when she'd first gained the hairstyle all those months ago, on that fateful day the Random Exchange Virus had sent her workmate Stuart's mop onto her head and visa versa, but the following months had made her appreciate the coiffure much more (especially after she'd dyed it a more familiar colour), namely how it framed her cute face and attractive features and made her cute cheekbones more pronounced.
After a minute of checking her reflection in the reflection of the stainless steel tap, she blew an affectionate kiss to herself and opened the door leading out from the kitchen into the seating area.
Tony swivelled around swiftly as he heard Kelly's feet slap against the linoleum floors, his bespectacled face set into a mischievous grin as he gripped a bottle of Chardonnay in his manicured fingers. It'd been a long day for him, Kelly presumed, judging by the fact he'd opted for a simple white robe tonight rather than pyjamas, leaving him practically naked.
Not that she was complaining though; a sly smirk stretched across her glossed lips as she eyed the curvy figure swathed within the white folds, cute and petite, with a juicy pair of tits he'd slipped a couple of metal studs into the nipples in. She'd never paid much mind to the female form much, her being comfortably straight save from the few moments in college where she'd fool around with one of her mates for bants, but it'd be blasphemous for her not to admit that her husband in this form turned her on exponentially more than he had with his masculine body.
His skin below the neck, whilst still nonetheless pale, was somewhat tanned, indicative of the ever so slight Italian heritage of his body's previous owner. Though not nearly as garish as some of the other head-swaps she'd seen over the past few months (to this, Allie's gargantuan physique instantly came to my mind, causing Kelly to shudder), there was a clear distinction between the speckled stubble lining his oesophagus and the smooth texture leading to the rest of his mismatched bod.
Kelly's eyes had soon strayed downwards towards her husband's crotch, which (unlike most facets of her scatterbrained spouse's general life) had been kept in quite exquisite condition, with a neatly cultivated bush of ginger hair sitting just above his exposed slit.
His feet were similarly manicured, with a much more neutral peach polish compared to Kelly's, with golden anklets strung just over his heel. Tony had become quite the beauty and fashion aficionado following the advent of the Random Exchange Virus, rivalling even Kelly herself with his knowledge on self-care and health routines.
This was made all the more impressive by the fact it'd been a natural progression on his part rather than this new personality being forcibly swapped onto him like some of Kelly's coworkers.
If only he could learn some patience by himself too, Kelly sighed internally.
"Jesus Christ," Tony muttered, the inflection of Laura's delightfully melodic voice soft, yet quaintly rough around the edges. He'd made a habit of splicing low growls into his speech, a feeble attempt to regain some semblance of his artificially stripped masculinity. Drunken giggles escaped his lips, to which Kelly rolled her eyes at.
He pushed himself onto the balls of his dainty feet and stood up. He wobbled slightly as he did so, obviously already having had more than his fair share of booze downed beforehand, but Kelly caught him before he could topple over, supporting him by the hips and back as he gingerly placed a light peck on his taller wife and gave her a less than discreet lustful once-over.
"Ooh, handsy, aren't you...?" he slurred, grinning profusely. "With an entrée like that I can't imagine what the actual meal will taste like..."
"Oh hush, pervert," Kelly giggled, kissing her husband tenderly on his forehead before guiding him back onto the chair. His head lolled to the side as soon as it touched the leather, his breaths long and ragged in between random bouts of giggling.
Kelly'd soon prepared a space for herself beside him, fluffing the pillows until they made a comfortable backrest for her. After taking a moment to ensure Tony was resting peacefully, she took up the remote and flicked the screen back to the news.
"Oy...!" he murmured, rolling his head onto her thigh. "I was gonna put it...put it back on the footie..."
"Wait five minutes, ya prat." She smiled as she lovingly stroked his head. "...Or no poppadums for you."
Tony hiccupped. "Will I...will I still get my 'dessert'' afterwards though?"
"Keep up with the awful sweet talk and no, you will not."
Kelly chuckled at Tony's low groans before she reattuned her ears to the continuing news report. The anchor tonight, a fella with his charcoal skin & pencil moustache smushed between the blonde curls and buxom bod of a pale-skinned white woman, began to list off banal statistics Kelly didn't much care about.
She had half a mind to change it but resolved to soldier on as the camera flicked onto a new scene, with a seemingly unchanged reporter and their unseen cameraman zoning in on a street corner she vaguely recognised.
Kelly sat forward in her seat as another figure slowly sauntered into the frame. Despite having the beautifully decorated face of a Caribbean lady in her late twenties, the visage beneath her neck was nothing to be remembered fondly about.
Swathed (unflatteringly) in a feathery jacket, fishnet top and skimpy leather tights, was the portly physique of a bloke in his forties, with orange bristles sprouting from every visible pore and crevice. A thick bulge was evident in the triangle cut within her denim shorts, a grisly sight that almost made Kelly's stomach turn in disgust.
"Jeez..." Tony scoffed, rolling around to face the screen. "And in broad daylight no less?"
Kelly scoffed herself, her eyes still firmly plastered on the screen. "It's a strange world out there..."
Tony nodded absentmindedly as he nestled his face back onto Kelly's thigh. "...It's that...that bloody Mayor's fault. Fella's not done jacksh*t in the last three years, especially not during the dark days when the f*cking Virus came down, the bald f*ck."
"Watch your language, Tony. Molly's still home."
"Relax," he giggled once more. "I chucked 'Magic Mike' on the box upstaris."
Kelly's cheeks flushed scarlet. "Tony!"
"What?" Tony shrugged nonchalantly. "A girl as special as ours needs something a bit more...graphic to consume."
Kelly's blood boiled. She resisted her urge to smack the bold, drunken grin off from his f*cking face, convincing herself that attacking him in this state would only lead to even more stupid drunken actions from him.
It's fine, Kelly, she thought to herself, taking deep calming breaths. If I just go upstairs and explain her father was not thinking straight, I can probably smooth things over quite quickly...
However, as if on cue, footsteps began to come down the stairs. Kelly groaned.
"M-Mummy, i-it happened again..."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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