The spirit looked down at Jon's body, collapsed on the couch. He was fully immersed in the "Girl World" experience once again, but he seemed to have regressed, ever so slightly, since his last incursion. Sure, the spirit had experienced men fighting the process, resisting feminization, but as far as the spirit could tell, Jon did neither of those. Jon had been the ideal victim, embracing everything that the spirit has doled out.
His body in the real world was still changed. The lack of body hair, and feminine rear end were exactly what it had wanted. The spirit hungrily wanted to move forward, to change more about the young man's body, but it hesitated. Since Jon's body had changed back to it's masculine form since he re-entered Girl World, would he resist any changes made in the real world?
Jon was showing no signs of awareness of changes, nor was he having trouble with any situations the spirit presented. The problem must be in Jon's subconscious, below awareness. The only way to beat that, was to slowly move forward.
The spirit, resolved in its course of action, hovered lower over the unconscious boy's body, and teased his mind, the way he had since Jon began the process. It would be slower than the spirit had hoped for, but if it got boring, at least the spirit had Kelli to play with as well.
Maybe a leather skirt wasn't the best choice for riding on the back of a motorbike, Jon thought, but as the wind blew through his short-cropped hair, he decided he didn't care. Sure, the skirt had ridden up his thighs, allowing his thong-clad groin to press up against his new friend's denim behind, but it wasn't weird or anything. Jon and his biker buddy were just two bros out for a ride in the countryside! Was could be weird about that?
Jon squeezed the man in front of him in appreciation for the experience. It wasn't every day that Jon got to hop on the back of a motorcycle and enjoy the open road. For a moment or two, after Jon had approached the man, whose name Jon had forgotten to get, he wondered if he'd be rejected. After all, bikers were of an elite fraternity, a group who didn't do well with outsiders.
It must have been the outfit Jon had chosen. Like a hidden signal, a secret handshake, the man appraised Jon's leather thigh-high boots, his leather bodice, and his skirt, and accepted him warmly. With a warm, friendly, lecherous grin, the big man climbed back onto his motorcycle and patted the seat behind him.
"Well, better get on, slut," he grunted gruffly, making Jon's heart flutter with neighbourly joy, "if you want to ride the big hog, you're first gonna have to ride the big hog."
Jon giggled at the man's cleverness. He didn't quite understand the nuance of the joke, but he knew it involved some sort of cute word-play, something to do with biker culture. He figured that it wouldn't do to act like he didn't get it, but rather roll with it. He'd never be accepted as "one of the guys" if he didn't act the part.
When they finally came to a stop, Jon took in his surroundings. Once again, Girl World surprised him with its beauty. Jon found himself at a placid lakeside, mountains in the distance, and a sandy beach leading up to the water. He took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh air and quiet of his new locale.
The big man climbed off the bike, grabbed a bedroll, and trundled down the beach. Jon watched him go with fascination. How could such a big man exist? He seemed to be as wide as he was tall, a virtual behemoth. Jon was glad that they'd become friends; the last thing he'd want was to get on the bad side of a guy like that!
"Hey baby," the big man called over his shoulder, "You coming? Daddy's got a bad case of blue balls, and you're wasting daylight."
Jon didn't know what blue balls were, but his heart broke to hear that his new friend wasn't feeling well. He climbed off the bike and flitted after the big man, finding it difficult to move through the sand in his heels. Whatever was going on with his friend, whatever ailed him, maybe Jon would be able to help! After all, isn't that what friends do?
