I stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at my reflection. This was still so bizarre. Beyond words.
I finished brushing my long hair and then put the brush down on the counter. The topless, big-breasted blonde girl looked back at me and examined herself critically. I have no idea what she was looking at exactly, but I could see my skin. Well, her skin. Her face was still mostly covered in that cream stuff I put on and it was making little tingles on my cheeks, nose and forehead.
Without warning I looked down at the faucet and turned it on, taking a minute to adjust the water to some "just right" temperature. A quick look back in the mirror and I bent down, my breasts hanging awkwardly as I filled my cupped hands with water. The cold sensation of my nipples grazing the countertop was disconcerting.
I splashed water against my face and washed the cream stuff off, taking care not to get it in my eyes. At least this part was easy. Hell, can't really get much easier than auto-pilot.
When I finished washing my face, I mopped it gently with a towel I hadn't noticed before, hanging on a rack next to the mirror.
I felt my eyes roll and then looked down at the mounds of flesh that were now mine to do with what I pleased. Hah! As if.
I began feeling about the edge of my left breast in a clinical way. I also began to feel the very alien-yet-familiar sensations of arousal coming from places I hadn't yet had a chance to examine. It was sort of like that feeling when something turns me on and I feel the rush that leads to an erection, but obviously now I didn't have the equipment to get an erection. Instead it manifested as a sort of warmth and a tingle at the peak of, well, things.
I stopped touching my breast and looked at myself in the mirror, brows furrowed. "What in the hell is that all about?" I asked my reflection, not really understanding what I was asking about.
I took several breaths, closing my eyes after the first, and then opened them again to see Karyn's relaxed face staring back at me in the mirror. Cleansing breaths. I actually felt calmer now, the arousal gone for the moment.
My hands gingerly went back to my left breast as if it would bite and resumed the examination. Once more, parts unknown made themselves felt. Without warning my sight snapped back to Karyn's reflection in the mirror. Confusion was obvious. Maybe a little anger, too. And something else.
"What the fuck did he do to me?" I said with not a little bit of venom in Karyn's voice. "I'm going to kick his ass." Whatever else she was thinking I would never know as a knock at the door interrupted things.
"Sweetie?" Karyn's mom. "I need to use the toilet, are you decent?"
"Um, just a minute, mom! Let me get my shirt on." I scrambled awkwardly to grab the pajama shirt and pulled it over my head, and then down over my breasts. "Ok, I'm done." I told her and opened the door.
Karyn's mom stood patiently beside the door. Karyn was her mother's daughter to be sure. Her mother had hazel eyes like Karyn did, which looked at odds with their now blonde hair. I couldn't really focus on much else as I spoke to Karyn's mom, but the overall look was an older version of the face I had just been looking at in the bathroom. Karyn was the same height as her mom, so I was eye-to-eye with her.
"You should get to bed, sweetie." Same voice, but older.
"I'm headed there now," I replied, feeling a grin on my lips.
Karyn's mom hugged me, our breasts mashing together awkwardly and bringing that slight tingle of arousal again. My body stiffened up and then relaxed almost as quickly. Her mom noticed though.
"Is everything alright?" she asked, pushing me out to arm's length and holding my shoulders. Motherly concern.
An image of Karyn kissing her mother in a totally inappropriate manner flashed through my mind, and at the same time my body, well, twitched. "Yeah," I responded in a forced blase tone. "I'm gonna start my period soon and I'm just getting early cramps." I felt the grimace on my face, but for the first time today it totally matched my own, internal reaction, if not to the same depth of feeling.
"This early?" Motherly concern oozed from her, as well as some skepticism, but she let it drop. Thank GOD she let it drop. This was so NOT something I wanted to discuss with anyone. The nagging thought of actually experiencing Karyn's period horrified me, and it must have shown on Karyn's face. "Alright Karyn, get some sleep. If you still feel bad in the morning let me know and I'll give you something for the cramps."
She let go of me after I nodded and said, "Ok." Then I made a beeline for Karyn's bedroom, her body in perfect accord with my wishes for the second time today. I knew her mom suspected something. There was no way she could possibly imagine the real situation though. I wonder if she thought Karyn was doing drugs?
I felt a little more comfortable now that I was in the privacy of Karyn's room. I didn't really get to see much of it since I wasn't in control of Karyn's eyes. At least one or two posters on the soft green walls of Lady GaGa and Eminem, a few stuffed animals on a chair in the corner. A bookshelf with dozens of books in a general state of disarray. A red and beige comforter on the twin size bed that had the look of almost red silk on gold. A thin book lying on the pillow.
I started to wonder what I would do next when I sat down on the edge of the bed. I closed my eyes and took some more cleansing breaths, and while I did that I tried to clear my mind of any sexual thoughts. This, of course, immediately led to thinking sexual thoughts in the form of the realization that I was sitting in a girl's bedroom, as the girl. I remembered touching my breast, even though I didn't have any control over it, and the feeling of arousal it evoked.
My hand slammed down on the phone so hard that it stung. I opened my eyes and stared down at the number pad as I dialed my home phone number. "I'm going to kick your ass, Jon-boy," I muttered quite angrily while I listened to the dial tone. A quick glance at the clock showed only 9:42pm. I figured I'd be on my computer about then, so the phone would be within arm's reach.
After two rings, I heard my voice come through the phone, familiar-yet-odd as I was hearing it again from outside of my own head and now through the phone. "Hey, Karyn, what's" she started to say, but I interrupted her.
"What did you do?" I accused. After a moment of shocked silence, she started to reply with, "huh?" but I cut her off again. "Listen Jon, this isn't funny." The terror of the situation had sort of worn itself out for me several hours ago. I hoped she was doing ok. "I don't know what you did, but if you don't undo it," I continued, sounding quietly enraged and likely to strangle poor Jon through the phone, "I am going to kick you in the balls so hard you won't even be able to wish them back out."
I would have laughed at that if I had any control, but my body's rage was starting to infect me. I knew that "Jon" hadn't done anything to me, so my rage was directed at our situation instead.
"Karyn?" she replied meekly. "I honestly don't know what you're talking about. I haven't, uh, done anything since this afternoon."
"Bullshit!" I said a bit louder than I was comfortable with. Apparently I wasn't comfortable with it either (I know, confusing, right?) as my next words were very quiet and I looked furtively at the door to the hallway. "Something's happening to me and I don't like it." I was fuming.
"Oh my god, you too?" That brought me up short. "I think I have an idea, but I don't want to talk about it on the phone. Let's just say that, uh, I have a soldier who won't"
"Eww, ok, Tee Em Eye, Jon-boy," I cut her off again. "Fine, I'll see you after class tomorrow." Then I hung up without so much as saying goodbye to her. Yep, Karyn was pissed.
I was actually worried about Karyn though. If she hadn't gotten a handle on the situation yet, then that would probably hurt her. A lot. My concern spilled over and I said quietly to the phone, "I'm sorry, Jon."
I glanced at the clock again next to the phone and 9:47pm glowed electric green. I yawned and stretched before sliding the comforter and the beige sheet below it to the side and slid my legs over. Then I grabbed the book and pushed the pillow up against the headboard, got comfy and opened the book to the bookmark.
I saw my focus scan the sentences a little more quickly than I was used to reading and gave up hope of even trying to read the book. My eyes continued to dance over the words however as I thought about the day's events leading up to this...
