This choice: Mike explores the rest of my condo, trying to learn more about me • Go Back...Chapter #5Mike explores the rest of my condo, trying to l... by: JR   As Mike rested, I attempted again to exert any sort of influence over my body. There was no way I was going to be a toy for some perverted teenager for the rest of my life. My life would be ruined. My faith in Mike to do successfully doing my job was minimum. That means losing my condo, my Mazda, all of my belongings. I would be turned out into the streets. A prison of whatever Mike wanted to do, which so far he demonstrated was simply sating his sexual appetite. Or even worse, people would notice that Eileen Watson had become a completely person and suffered a mental breakdown, good enough reason to lock me away forever. Damn that old witch and her curse. There had to be someone to get it lifted, maybe if I could gain control again or at least communicate with Mike, we could find that old woman. We? The idea of we made me sick my stomach. This was my body. Mike was the uninvited guest.
Of course, Mike the thought hadn’t even occurred to him, evidenced by him continuing to knead one of my nipples. Recovered from his sexual exploration, he opened my eyes. Good now let’s get dressed and find that old woman. Instead, he raised my hand which had been probing my vagina. I could see that the finger was wet. Intrigued, he brought the finger closer, first smelling then taking a small taste. I huffed in angry. How degrading.
“Not too bad.” I heard my voice reply. Now I wishing Mike was crying back in my bedroom.
Mike thought not his version of an ideal woman, it was certainly easy to tease and pleasure himself with his new body. There were certainly perks. In response, he gave the still wet and erect nipple a fickle. The nipple trembled in response.
He moaned, partially in jest, but also letting his newfound sexuality out.
“Guess I should found out who I am.” Finally progress.
Looking down at the nightie, he shrugged it off. He didn't even have the decency to cover up. Sure I lived alone, but apparently he rather go naked than wear the nightie. Thankfully all of my blinds were down, so no peeping toms would be getting a show tonight. The next hour was a blur, as though I was watching a hyper realistic tv as I watched Mike explore my condo. Apparently my privacy was not a priority. Stopping at my purse, he picked up my wallet, taking out my driver's license.
"Elieen Watson. 40 years old." He mused. My eyes looked downward at my naked form. A hand gentled hovered down my stomach and rested on my vagina, hot from the workout it just experienced. "Well, Eileen I have gotten to know you quite well."
That was an understatement. Let's just skip the tell and go straight to the kiss.
With one of my red fingernails, he tapped the picture on the driver's license.
"Blonde, blue eyes, 5,11", 185lbs." He looked into a nearby mirror. The reflection matched the photo. "Guess that confirms my name."
The hand ventured back upwards and took a pinch of skin around my stomach. I felt shame, I was a little overweight, but I was working on it. Mike was more amused by the extra cushion more than disgusted. For a woman in my 40's, sure I was aging, but I was certainly holding up.
The driver's license was put away, but another curisioty caught Mike's eyes. My vision was transfixed on my feet, in particular toes. Each toenail had been painted with the same color as the fingernails. Mike brought both hands forward and did his own comparison. He wiggled my toes. Another slight chuckle, which sounded odd coming from my mouth.
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