With the sun going down, Brock knew he’d only be a woman for a few more minutes. He thought about changing out of the clothes he was wearing, as he’d imagine they’d become quite painful when he began transforming back into his male self. But he wanted to keep them on as long as possible. Wearing women’s clothes had been one of the joys of his day in this body, and one of the things he wanted to hold onto as long as possible.
He turned away from the window, not wanting to look. He was only supposed to have this body for 24 hours and sundown was the deadline. He held his breath, sure it would happen any moment now.
And then it didn’t.
The sky was getting the dark. The sun had fallen, but he hadn’t transformed back into his own self. In some ways, he was ecstatic. This was his body now; this was his body FOREVER! And yet in other ways he was worried. He was only supposed to be like this for 24 hours. This woman had no job, no status, and no identity. It wasn’t a problem to be a person that didn’t exist on paper for a short time, but now he had to figure out the consequences of being stuck in such a body! But maybe he could worry about all that tomorrow!
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