Chapter #4Definitely not business as usual by: adianjayz   (Note: Since the provided link from last chapter doesn't work. I'll be using this picture instead: https://mh-1-stockagency.panthermedia.ne...)
I swore I just fell asleep in the boring science class, but almost immediately, I was actually sitting alright, eyes fully open. However, I was not greeted by the sound of the bell nor by Mr. Frankland’s reprimanding. Instead I was sitting at a round table with two other adult women. One was a young dark-skinned woman with straight brown flowing halfway down the back. She was attired in a white blouse with black suit and slacks. The other was an older Hispanic woman with curly brown hair tied in the back. She was adorned with a blue button polo shirt underneath a light grey pantsuit. Briefly surveying around, we were sitting at a corner of a quiet open space with big window panels overlooking a city center. I supposed I was located in a business office, and the two women in front of me were most likely colleagues in this office.
Speaking of the colleagues, I saw that they were starting to move about. As I was about to ask them about the situation, the Hispanic woman asked about something, except she was speaking in a language I couldn’t really understand. Despite the slight Hispanic accent, I think she might be speaking in Japanese. While I couldn’t understand what she said, her body gestures indicate that she was just as confused as I am. (Or was it “he”? I don’t even know the gender of the person within that body.) To my left, I saw the ebony woman frantically look around in a desperate search for something. When she finally opened her mouth, she asked, “Where’s mommy?” At least this person is speaking English, but “she” seemed a little immature to help me. The ebony woman did not take the silence well, as tears began to well up in her eyes, as she yelled, “Mommy? Mommy! I want my mommy!” The Hispanic woman, initially looking herself over, got up and knelt down beside the child-like woman, comforting by patting her back and saying some words of encouragement, at least that was what I thought from the tone of those words. Suddenly, the woman stopped wailing. Just as I thought that the soothing was successful, the woman brought a hand to her waist, complaining, “My tummy aches…” Without warning, the child passed gas quite audibly, and the space around us was instantly filled with a putrid smell I do not want to experience again. I instinctively turned away from the women, waving my hands to disperse that smell. The Hispanic woman seemed to take it better than I did and decided to lead the child-ebony woman out the entrance of the open space into the hallway, asking the child, “Toilet?” Apparently, that was the first word I fully understood from this woman, and the ebony woman simply nodded as she slowly wiped tears from her eyes. They got up and left the round table, leaving me alone with all questions and no answers.
I tried to take another glimpse out the window in order to pinpoint my location, but I couldn’t recognize the city. Just then, I felt a strong draft up my legs, prompting me to check out my own body. “Why does it feel so breezy down there?” I thought, but one look gave me my answer. Well, not immediately. First, I saw two huge mounds in my chest, obstructing my view below. They were not humongous, but they were significant. I briefly brought my dainty hands to that area, touching the breasts through the white button-up shirt and black suit jacket I was wearing. But before I got too distracted, another breeze blew past my lower section, causing me to lean lower. That was when I noticed that my underwear was showing on my exposed crotch. Allegedly, I must have spread my legs open when I shifted in my seat, causing my black skirt to fold up onto my wide hips. Of course, the piece of underwear was not the one I wore this morning, as this was light pink with frills on the edges, something akin to my mom’s undies. I brought my right hand down to caress my groin and noticed the absence of my familiar member and the smoothness of the area’s texture. Fearing that I would get too aroused, I stopped to quickly scan around the room for any other people who might have seen me, but no one else was around.
I quickly regain my composure by pulling down my skirt, which unfortunately only reaches the middle of my thigh. As much as I want to complain about every nuance of my situation, I didn’t know where to start. Maybe I was just dreaming; in reality, I was still Nick, at school sleeping in class. For once, I actually wanted Mr. Frankland to yell at me to wake me up. I pinched my cheek as a test, and a yelp came in response, higher pitched than I was accustomed to.
So evidently, this actually happened. I was no longer Nick Donnelly, a fifteen-year old high school boy. Instead, I became a businesswoman, most likely in her mid-20s. On one hand, I wanted to know who I was now, and where I was located. On the other hand, it seemed other people might have switched as well, judging by the earlier conversation, so I was worried about mom, Claire, and my friends. And while deep in thought, I believed I heard my belly growl. Whether it was from apprehension or hunger, it definitely signaled that I should probably get out of here to inquire some information.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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