This choice: There is an unexpected knock at the door. • Go Back...Chapter #4There is an unexpected knock at the door. by: Unknown A few minutes later and Emma was mere moments from beating her previous solitaire high score when she heard frenetic knocking coming from behind the door. She quickly slammed down the lid of her laptop and pushed her swivel chair out from underneath the desk, watching as Liz did a similar thing albeit with her face more red and flustered. Emma straightened her blouse and composed herself before she clacked up to the door handle. She’d already prepared a whole host of excuses to use to explain her and Liz’s idleness but none were needed this occasion as a reasonably young lady in a fluorescent fuchsia bodycon dress burst into the room.
“Sorry ma’am, we don’t allow customers up...” Emma was beginning to say when the woman put her finger to her lips. She moved quickly yet cautiously, peeping out of the overlooking window before closing the shutters before proceeding to lock the door behind her and pull the latch across. “Excuse me, ma’am?” Emma’s voice tried to command confidence but squeaked midway as her knees trembled. Both Wilko employees were feeling helplessly terrified and crept towards the back of the room. The young lady seemed to notice and raised her arms in surrender, adjusting her glasses slightly as she did so.
“Please,” she said in a scintillating Polish-tinged accent, “Guys, you need to calm down.” That was maybe a bit too much to ask for from Liz who’d already moved beside the PA intercom and was about to press the button and holler for help. The woman tentatively took a step forward.
“Move an inch closer and I’ll have the whole store coming for you,” Liz hissed.
The woman stopped in her tracks, hands still raised in surrender. “Look guys, I know you’re probably a bit frightened right now but please, let me explain.” Though Liz was still sceptical, Emma nodded and motioned for her assistant manager to hold off for a second. The lady breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Emma, honestly. I don’t want to think what would happen if anyone else found out about this. Look, I know this sounds far fetched and I know it’s hard to believe—God, I find it hard to believe myself.”
“Just hear me out. Alright... guys, it’s me, Steven.” Emma’s jaw dropped. Liz stumbled backwards slightly and looked at ‘Steven’ in shock.
“How the-... No way, it can’t be true...” Emma and Liz were both firmly entrenched in a shared state of disbelief. Aesthetically speaking it was clear this ‘woman’ wasn’t Steven; first off, of course, they were a woman. A woman with many feminine characteristics such as their slender build, supple legs and thighs with plump magenta lips, a cute button nose and thinly painted eyebrows. The lady’s clothes were also quite racy by Liz and Emma’s standards, hugging her curves tightly, barely covering the rim of her bulbous bum, and allowing the pert nipples of the woman’s bountiful D-cups to poke through the light material. Though her blonde-highlighted hair was cropped a bit short to one side and her arms were a bit more muscular than the managers were used to, this ofigure in front of them was unmistakably womanly. The only item that vaguely reminded Emma of Steven were the dorky looking spectacles placed in the bridge of her nose. They seemed oversized for her face and it seemed too out of place to be a stylistic choice.
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“How the...” Emma tried to find words to describe how she was feeling but no sound escaped her lips. Liz meanwhile strode up to her old friend and assessed him up close, pinching his soft cheeks and feeling his new breasts (much to Steven’s arousal) to verify if what they were seeing was real. Steven squealed girlishly as Liz took a firm grasp of his left nipple in her nails. “Ow, f*ck that hurt! What’re you doing, Liz?!” he screeched.
Liz grinned and turned back towards Emma. “Well we know she definitely whinges like Steven!” They all shared a chuckle and the ice growing between them had thawed and splintered partially. Emma gingerly stepped beside Steven and reached out, feeling soft flesh behind her finger. “Wow... It feels so real...” she mumbled to herself.
“It is real. I went to this car boot sale nearby my house, a weird thing for me to do in the first place and even weirder considering that I knew the person organising it was this whackjob old hag down the street. Anyways, I was just browsing through when I saw this amazing looking girl browsing through some old jewellery on display there. She’d picked up this beautiful golden teardrop earring with this strange glowing emerald inside and put it on but, for whatever reason, she couldn’t find the second one. Lo and behold I look down and see that the identical other half had rolled right beside my feet. Now I don’t what came over me but I got this really incessant urge to try it on, only for a second, and then I’d just take it off afterwards.”
“You put the earring on?” Emma asked incredulously.
“ ‘Beautiful teardrop earring’?” Liz asked, bewildered.
Steven blushed slightly and pushed a lock of hair behind his ear (a nervous idiosyncrasy he’d absentmindedly inherited from his host body). “There are layers to me that you don’t even know about, Liz,” he chuckled warily. “But don’t get me sidetracked! So basically I put on the earring for a second and BLAM! I’m on the other side of the display cabinet, inside the woman’s body and staring back at myself!”
“Holy moly,” Emma said, “That sounds so surreal, luv!”
“Did you get aroused by looking at yourself?” Liz chimed in before Emma punched her in the shoulder. “What?! I caught Courtney once writing one of those smut stories where this kind of sh*t happens! There’s always a perv that gets turned on by themselves! Am I right, Steven?” Steven blushed scarlet red once more. He cleared his throat brusquely and shook his head unconvincingly. “No, no way, pfft! Course not,” he fibbed, “That’s not the point of my story, alright! Let’s just say I was very confused and these new female hormones were screwing up with my head!”
“Before I could say anything the woman in my body strode over and dropped the other earring into my hand and left, just disappeared into the crowd, leaving me stranded with her body and these crappy bodyswapping pieces of junk!” Steven threw the earrings across the room with surprisingly strong force, sending them whizzing alarmingly close to Liz’s right ear. While Emma calmed him down, Liz ducked underneath her and Emma’s shared desk and picked up the antique trinkets. She marvelled at the ornate design, golden leaf patterns and strange inscriptions etched into the jewel’s surface.
“Careful, Steven! These could cost a fortune!” Liz snapped as she wiped off the dust that’d rubbed onto it with her blouse. Steven scoffed. “Please, those things are useless now. I tried putting them back on but nothing happened. Guess I’m stuck like this for the foreseeable future.” As he sighed dejectedly, Liz and Emma looked at each other and shared a knowing grin.
“Maybe you are, Steven,” Emma chuckled softly. “Maybe your new body and these weird artefacts are exactly what we need in order to show the area manager that we are diverse and we don’t discriminate against employees according to age!“
Steven seemed puzzled. “What are you on about? Did you not hear that I’m now stuck like this?!”
Liz was on the same thought track as Emma and quickly replied, “Yes, we heard that Steven and, though we offer you our deepest condolences, maybe this can actually lead to more pros for the branch than cons! Listen, corporate are starting to get on our backs. Apparently our workforce looks a bit too fresh-faced in their eyes and they’re worried that Rotherham’s showing biases towards younger people in the selection process. These earrings,” she said, lifting them in front of Steven’s bespectacled eyes, “May just be exactly what we need to prove them wrong!”
A few moments of silence passed, no-one inside the room saying anything at all. Then suddenly Steven burst out howling, slapping his knees and snorting in a cute way that would’ve sounded obnoxious back in his old body. He looked towards Liz and then onto Emma, both of their expressions rigid and stone-cold. “C’mon guys, you can’t honestly expect me to say that’s a good plan! Those stupid things don’t even work anymore and when they did, they screwed me over! I’ve still got my old crappy eyes right from before I swapped over! Even afterwards I must’ve put those damn earrings on and taken them off a dozen times!”
“Well you didn’t try it with someone else, did you? You might not be able to swap back to your old body anymore.”
Steven groaned as the realisation hit him. He trudged over to the desk and sat on the edge, splaying his legs out in a decidedly unladylike manner. “Even if you were to try an idea as stupid as that,” he whined, “How would you get anyone agree to give up their youth just for a stupid reason like this? There’s only one pair of these things so you’ll have to do all the swaps one at a time. It’s not feasible.”
Emma giggled as she took the golden earrings from Liz and juggled them inside her palm. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Stevie,” she laughed. “I can be very persuasive when I want to be.
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