This choice: Mike rushes to find Wren. • Go Back... Mike stood up from the chair, nearly falling as he steadied himself on the stiletto heels he now found himself perched upon. Walking closer to the mirror, he felt his cheek with a hand that was not his own. "My head...smaller?" he whispered.
It did seem to be smaller...recognizable as the mug he'd been born with, but now in scale with the petite female body, he'd found himself trapped upon. He cocked his head, the large hoop earrings he'd seen on the dancers in the video now affixed to his ears. He felt the point where his flesh ended, and hers began.
The connection was seamless, the texture and tones of their contrasting skins melding into one another. Looking down, he couldn't resist the urge to feel the perky, curved breasts he'd been given access to, gripping them with each hand to confirm that they were indeed there.
Suddenly, his posture straightened, as he brought his boots together, his arms going stiff to his sides as if he were at attention. "No time for gawking. The squad needs me," he said.
Mike's eyes went wide, he hadn't wanted to say that!!! Why couldn't he move as he wished to?!?! Spinning on his new heels, he marched out of the office and through the store. Hips swaying, heels clicking on the floor with each determined stride, his new body strutted towards the backroom warehouse, kicking the doors open and heading inside.
His surprise and confusion intensified as he locked eyes with Wren, who was continuing to high-kick, dance, and move in time with the music emanating from her nearby smartphone.
Dressed in the same white, blue-trimmed little dancer uniform the ladies had been wearing in the video and he was now sporting, Wren's white, freckled head was affixed to the body of the tall, graceful, enticing young black dancer from the aforementioned video. She looked just as bewildered as he did! She was sporting the same large hoop earrings he was in her ears.
Neither uttering a word, Mike marched over and took up a position beside her. In no time, the pair were kicking, stomping, and gyrating in perfect synchronicity with each other and the music.
They continued to do so, silent, unable to stop themselves for another 10 minutes or so. Having been in not the best of shape, Mike couldn't help but marvel at how his new, small, incredibly fit body didn't seem to show any signs of tiring! Wren, being a smoker, had the same thought, and she'd been dancing longer than he had!
Finally, mercifully, the strange auto-pilot or bodily override stopped. The pair stopped moving immediately, stumbling as they regained the ability to move their new limbs on their own, teetering on their matching heels.
Ren scrambled over to her phone, stopping the music. "What in the fuck is going on?!?! How...how is this happening?!?! Why is this happening?!?!" Wren looked down at her body, and back up at Mike. "This...this isn't me...and that certainly isn't you?!?! Where are our bodies, Mike?!?!"
Just as confused and frustrated as she was, Mike did double-takes while looking at himself and Wren. "I don't know...I mean...this, this has to be a hallucination or dream, right?!?! This isn't possible!!!"
"I'd say so, but damn it, everything about this feels real...terrifyingly real!!" Wren responded. Boots clicking with each step, she closed the distance between her and Mike.
Originally, he'd stood 6 or 7 inches over her. Now, he was a couple of inches shorter. She reached up with one of her dark-skinned hands and felt the point where his flesh melded with that of his new body.
"At least we're in control of ourselves again. That was weird...that dancing stuff. Like we were puppets or something...and I was talking, but saying things I didn't want to." Mike responded as he reached over and felt Wren's new neck as well.
"Yeah. That was freaky! Did you get a text with that video of the sluts dancing around too...the one from Kyle!?!? Is that what happened to you too!" She demanded.
"Yeah!!! Jesus...did he do this to us?!?! How is that possible?!?! Why would he do it?!?!" he was maddeningly confused.
Wren marched over to her phone and attempted to call Kyle. "The little shit isn't answering." She responded to his text with one of her own, demanding answers and an explanation. "What should we do?!? Dial 911?!?! Head to an Emergency Room?!?!"
"Kyle's due in this morning...so we'll wait. But go ahead and dial 911. This is definitely an emergency! They won't believe us, of course, until they see for themselves!"
Wren worked her smartphone with her new fingers, but, quickly, something went wrong as her brow furrowed and her jaw clenched. "What the fuck...I can't hit the button for 911!!! I want to...but it's like my fingers won't do it!!!"
Mike clicked over to her, grabbing the phone himself. To his equal frustration, he found his new hands refusing to cooperate as well. "It would appear we aren't allowed to."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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