The cool, gentle breeze tossed my fine hair back and forth, lightly patting my shoulders. There is some something particularly liberating about running. I had decided to get moving that day to get rid of some of my jitters, left over from the previous week's strange events. Normally I wouldn't have been able to run as far as I did, but my current body was built for it. After a couple miles, I knew that I had to take a break from my trance. I found a bench in the corner of the park and sat down. Wow Jess! I had no idea you could be so good at running!. I felt proud of myself, having been able to accomplish something from my dreams. I rubbed my hands up and down my smooth, hairless thighs, as I took a peek down my shirt. I could see little beads of sweat collecting on Jess' breasts and running down to disappear into my white sports bra. I was suddenly interrupted by some whistling coming from about 20 feet in front of me. I whipped my head up to see the origin of the noise -a guy in his mid twenties. Not knowing what to make of it, I just stared at him until he walked off into the distance. I guess they were right. I bent down to tie my size 9 purple jogging shoes (As a boy, I wore size 11 mens) and hopped back up onto my feet. I brushed Jess' beautiful hair behind my ears, adjusted her bra, and started jogging again.
The entire time after that, I couldn't stop thinking about that guy. Something was interesting about him, but I couldn't quite place it.
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