Chapter #5Something else entirely... by: Mr. George   Jack raced back home from the park. It was one of his favourite haunts to enjoy the peace and quiet of the night. It was after all where he indulged his favourite activities. He was a flasher, and enjoyed the multiple points of entry and exit ensuring he could always escape without consequence.
He was never going to do anything more... anything worse. His stomach churned at the very idea. But, there was a thrill, a risk of exposure, and the voyeuristic appeal was a rush for him.
Thus it was he reached his home. Blood pounding in his ears, he felt alive like he did at no other time. Her shrieks still echoed like distilled pleasure in his memory, he savoured it's flavours, both subtle and gross.
The loose long overcoat flapped around his legs, as he strutted up the stairs at home.
"Here."
Jack whirled around in shock, startled by the voice. It sounded so close and oddly intimidating. There was no-one there, just the rustling of the leaves, and the dappled shadows he adored that hid as much as they hinted.
"Hello..." he answered uncertainly. Peering into the darkness, he couldn't see a soul. Let alone anyone as close as that voice sounded.
"Now."
The voice spoke again. This time fear gripped him, turning back to the front door. His hand quaking so the key skittered and slid all around the keyhole.
Then Jack felt his heart lurch. His feet felt cold and unresponsive, unsure whether voices were a warning sign of a heart attack or not. He was rooted to the spot.
- - - - -
Unfortunately for Jack, it wasn't. The wind suddenly picked up, his jacket flapping wildly, as it whipped about his naked body beneath. There was an intensity to the wind that felt unsettling, as if an intelligence was directing it. He snorted dismissively, fighting down the fear of his immobility.
A squeal escaped as the lowest button popped open. It sounded high and girly, almost like his targets. The wind chilled even more, invaded further. He felt the icy touch on his chest like never before.
His hair blew wildly. It flashed over his face making him blink, his vision blur. It looked oddly paler than it should... more blonde than his regular chestnut brown. He tried to dismiss it as an illusion. After all, it flicked painfully into his eyes mometarily blinding him.
That was another oddity, he didn't think it was long enough to slash at his eyes. The next lowest button burst open from the wind. His coat flapping wildly, the lapels flying ensured it beat relentlessly at his chest. The pain was more intense than he was sure it should've been.
His shoulders ached from the cold, his cock too cold to feel.
"It ends."
It was a sudden gust that whipped around him like a tiny tornado. The last two buttons surrendered to the inevitable. Jack was stripped naked by the wind, the coat flapping, he fought to keep it on his shoulders.
Alas, it also revealed an impossibly lush feminine body. Jack was far more blessed than any of the women who's screams filled his delighted dreams, and inspired him to repeat and repeat.
Jakki's cries continued on as shrill and girly as he'd ever wanted. Jiggling, jittery Jakki Juggs was known for her career, for her dimensions. She was a streaming, screaming queen.
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