Chapter #2Connor and Karl by: meg83   "Are you comfortable?” Connor asked as he sped down their town’s main street in his old truck. “I just got the AC working again. Adjust the climate controls any way you want.”
“I’m ok. Just keep driving,” Karl replied demurely, almost in a whisper. It was difficult to get used to the sound of his new voice. The more he whispered, the more he could pretend it was his own voice. “I just want to get home as quickly as possible.”
“Ok. It’s going to take us a while. We have have a three day drive ahead of us. Just wanted to make sure.”
A palpable awkwardness hung in the cabin.
“Are you feeling ok?” Connor asked for maybe the third time that morning.
“Dude!” the new girl shrieked, her annoyance with Connor finally surpassing the annoyance of her own voice, “Stop asking that! No, I am NOT FUCKING OK! I woke up a FUCKING CHICK!”
“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry. No more asking” Connor replied, trying to defuse the situation before Karl erupted into one of his classic tantrums and almost started crying in frustration. Connor hadn’t told Karl yet, but there was a reason he was going to turn down Karl’s offer to continue being roommates in the apartment they share when they graduated college next month. Between Karl’s brashness, his lack of cleanliness, and the overall domineering way Karl treated him (and others), Connor had had enough.
The only thing Karl had going for him were his chiseled body and intellect. He was on track to be valedictorian at their small-town university. But even those positive traits were wielded by Karl to exert his sense of superiority over others.
Still, Connor considered Karl more-or-less a good friend. A shitty friend, maybe, but a friend none-the-less. They’d shared the apartment together the last 2 years, after all. And Connor felt the need to help him through this.
“I can’t believe this…” the newly minted girl replied, dressed in nice fitting jeans, vest and hoodie sweatshirt with ankle socks, sneakers while wearing a bra and panties. Not that anything in her wardrobe would have overly feminine as all of Karl's clothing had changed into the equivalent versions of female clothing “Fucking magic is real… I hope we can figureout how to fix this Karl, I really don'twantto be femalefor the rest of my life.”
The seatbelt dug into his bosom. At least she wasn’t “that” large there, Karl thought maybe a Ccup In fact, his new self was rather average looking actually but physically fit, Not that Karl had spent much time really examining his new form. But still, he knew he was cute, but nothing special. He was more a twin sister version of his former self. Girl-Karl’s brunette hair was somewhat matted and tattered. Her complexion was fair. Her curves were visible.
Not that Karl AT ALL wanted to be a girl. But the massive ego inside of him was wounded somewhat. “If I am going to be a chick, at least I'm not ugly or over weight?” he reasoned.
“We’ll find find a way to fix it Karl one way or another,” Connor assured Karl.
Karl sort of felt better after the reassures, he knows he's at times he's not a nice person to be round but something about been a girl is starting to change his thinking.
He knows it's nothing to do with magic and alot to do with the hormones that are now inside him and he pleased that Connor is being so supportive.
Anyway they both or Connor drove for hours on end till they reached a little motel just off the interstate and only a single room was left.
They are both very tired and just paid for the room after parking up.
Karl sat on the edge of the in a oversized t-shirt after getting a shower as he looked at his drivers licence that said his name is Kate Abigail Rebecca Lewis everything else is the some on it except he's now female.
Both Connor and Karl got into bed and slept till the next morning...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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