James was sitting, stunned on the Gym floor. Head ringing, he raised a hand to his forehead. "Si, Si, estoy bien.". His hand dropped from his head to his throat. As it fell, a wave of raven hair fell across his vision. Batting it aside, he felt it shift, as if it were rooted in his own head.
The wave of unfamiliar sensations flashed through his mind. The feeling of weakness, vulnerability, as he planted his hands by his side, ready to stand upright.
His chest felt wrong, as if in pain. The recent events refusing to come into any coherence. Had he been hit in the chest by a medicine ball, or cracked his head against the wall.
Squeezing his eyes shut against the spinning gym. He opened them, as the dizziness faded. But the sight while in focus didn't make any damned sense.
He. James, was a she. The way she filled out her shirt, the way it shimmied, and moved as she did was terrifying.
Futilely, trying to brush away the curves only revealed her nails, and ornate rings. The soft metallic tinkle, and the weight at her ears, not needing to be checked.
"¡Diviértase, Jaime!" The voice mocking her inside her head. She backed away, until her perfect ass made contact with the chill wall, any further retreat denied.
Whirling around, Jaime looked wildly from one concerned face to the next.
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