She walked out the door, driven to a new life. Jamie walked miles, heading toward the better part of town. Her mind, frozen as it was, gave her the opportunity to think as she walked, about new opportunities and a future.
She entered a house and walked up the stairs to a boy's bedroom, filled with technology and books...and a tall and thin teenager working at a computer intently.
She began to strip, carefree. The boy suddenly turned and looked at her, eyes filled with suddenly lust and desire as this attractive girl stripped out of her McDonald's uniform until she was naked as a jaybird.
She moved toward him, unbuttoning his button down shirt button by button and placing it on the bed, then his pants...she felt a particular hardness as she did that, but she herself felt no arousal. She guided him to the bed and pulled off his socks and finally his underwear, revealing the source of his arousal.
Then, she began to dress, just as slowly. She slipped on his underwear, her hips expanding outside to ensure they stayed up. Then his socks, her dainty feet swelling to a size 13 wide as he watched mutely.
She pulled on his pants, and as she pulled them up, her legs seemed to grow longer. She buttoned them, and slipped into his shirt, pulling the fabric around her breasts, which deflated into nothingness as she buttoned it.
She reached down and tucked the shirt inside the pants, and zipped up her fly. The boy watched in astonishment as the area around the zipper stretched, something poking against it.
Jamie ran a hand through her...no his hair, feeling his facial features become subtly more angular and his hair retract into his head.
He suddenly felt a sense of belonging. This was his place. It took all his willpower to regard the naked boy on the bed. "Good luck," he whispered, and then sat down at the computer to get a few more minutes of work before school.
When he turned around, the other boy was gone.
