I covered my mouth as I worried about what to do, and for a moment I considered running. Just jumping out the window, stealing the corvette and riding off into the sunset... But Ryder had the stone, right? And... And I couldn't do that to him, could I?
Summoning up my courage, I walked back into the main room, where I caught Ryder's gaze - he seemed distant, but as his eyes met mine I saw a smile slowly grew on his face. "Hey babe." Smoothly, confidently, he approached me and brushed my hair back. As he pulled me close, I was once again reminded of just how much taller he was than me - just a perfectly averagely sized 5'4'' girl with a perfectly averagely sized 5'11'' boy. And yet there was nothing 'normal' or 'average' in this situation for me.
I stiffly rested my cheek on his chest, feeling every curve of his pecks and abs as he pulled our bodies together. I could feel my own squished chest and belly as well. And then, all of a sudden, being so close, it simply felt natural for me to brush my fingers through his hair, then wrap my arms around his neck. Why? Why was I doing this?
Swiftly, unexpectedly, Ryder leaned down and kissed me on the lips, slowly, passionately and I felt my heart leap in unmistakable joy, a light, pleasant glow coming over my body. I let herself enjoy the kiss, but as his hands traced down my body my logical mind started up again after the initial surprise and I screamed out internally in protest. My eyes went wide, and for a moment I was frozen in ambivalence as I became acutely aware of being there, stuck to a much larger man, with our lips touching. In that split moment I compromised and acted. I found it easy to divert his affections with a swift pinch of his ass (though I wasn't sure hot that came to my mind) and a surprisingly natural giggle.
"Not now... I haven't had breakfast." I patted him on the pecks, and sighed in relief as he lets me go. I was just about to turn to the kitchen but the expression I caught on Ryder's face caught me feel uneasy. There was something new there. I seemed briefly disappointed as he shook his head gently but also he wasn't upset. Instead there was a hint of a sly smile there. And I saw him fumble in something in his pocket before he pulled it out. The rock. Fuck.
"I didn't think it'd come to that but you give me no choice." He said flatly as my mind raced. There it was. The stone. My chance to get it back and try to return to normal. Jon Gibson, an average guy, not Allison Gibson, a all-round cutie and a soon-to-be teen mom. But the adrenaline I felt coursing through my system did me weird. Not everyone realises that it's not just a 'Flight or Fight' response - it's 'Flight, Fight, or Freeze'.
And frozen I was. Frozen in place, as he was about to wreak havoc on my already confused brain.
"I've got no choice but to fix whatever has gone wrong in our relationship. I don't know why you're so opposed to getting down to it all of a sudden. I love you but we aren't an elderly couple who don't touch each other any more. I have needs, you know?" He looked at the stone and I followed his gaze with eyes wide open as I saw him grasp it harder. "And I wish your love for me made you prioritise quite highly satisfying me sexually. I know it's not a woman's duty to please her man, but I wish as my partner you personally did feel that way."
I looked him back in the eye as he was finished and I felt vaguely dizzy as his wish worked through my brain, re-wring neural connection to force me to feel and think in the way my dear partner asked. I didn't want to go there. I really didn't. Being turned into a girl is one thing, being make to feel love towards a random dude is another, but for some reason getting sexual felt like a barrier I really, really didn't want to cross. But then, who was I to argue? He was my boyfriend and he deserved...
"Oh no." A quiet whisper left my lips.
