Chapter #22Your Inner Queen Surfaces by: Nostrum   Your heart wants to run away from your throat, pumping hot blood through your muscles and into your groin. You may be surrounded by boys – one of them wearing Anna’s flesh – but it feels like they’re gone, the whole place empty.
Such is the magnetism of Sonya Xie, her beauty even as a still husk of flesh absorbing your attention. You grab her, and her jeans fall to the ground, her heels rattling in a very distant echo. You hold her in your arms, hearing the complaints of the others as if submerged in water.
“Hey!” “Don’t hog her to yourself, man!” “At least let us see if she shaves her pussy...!”
You ignore them as you move towards the corner. You set her aside as you undress, tossing your sneakers away. You take off Sonya’s clothes to reveal her nude and lightly bronzed skin, and you feel your groin about to explode when you see her breasts hanging to dear life in her chest. You lean on the wooden wall of the shack, then shove your leg into hers.
Even the pounding beats of the party fade away, replaced by your own heartbeats. Sonya’s legs are fantastic – strong calves, smooth like a baby’s skin, with flexible arcs and delicate fingers. As you lift her thighs to yours, you feel how they crush your feeble hips. Perhaps they’re not as large as Anna’s, but she has perfectly round buttocks and peach-shaped hips.
Next is her abdomen, slim and taut. You rub your fingers on them, feeling rock-hard abs hidden under that soft skin – proof of her body strength, being the (literal) pillar that supports the squad. Her arms also hide strong biceps under a thin layer of baby fat, ending in delicate hands with perfectly manicured fingers.
Yet, her chest is what absorbs all your attention. In contrast to most Asians, Sonya has veritable cantaloupes hanging from her chest, soft and squishy like marshmallows with very pink nipples. Even her armpits, smooth and soft and devoid of any hair, cannot distract you from them. Only her face, her almond-shaped eyelids and her small nose and strong puffy cheeks break the trance.
Once you feel the seam sealing behind you, you know the deal is done. The world immediately returns in full force, the pounding beats inviting you to shake your new hips. The weight of your chest and the sharp edges of your new short hair tell you all you need to know.
You step out, imagining yourself as Sonya, looking at everyone with disdain. (Which shouldn’t be hard, as you feel the weight of her eyelids naturally lends to that look.) “You couldn’t wait five fucking seconds while I straightened up? No wonder why girls avoid you.”
Your act quickly impresses them. “Yooo!” “Dude, what the hell!?” “That sounded so much like her!”
You turn around, smirking. “Well? Got yourself a good look? I still have to get the other girls for you, y’know.”
“Dude,” Jimmy tells you. “If I didn’t know it’s you inside, I’d be asking if we could fuck right now!”
“And just like the real deal, I’d tell you to scoot off and jerk to whatever porn you look. And don’t you think about asking me later, or I’m gonna tell everyone your secret pornstar crush.” (Unless he told everyone about how he finds Pandora Phelps, a famous pornstar-turned-actress from the seventies and eighties, one of the hottest women around.)
“Dude, how the hell you can act like her?”
“I’m just imagining how she’d act around you.” You bend to grab her jeans, her panties and her shoes, shaking your ass. “How about this for a little tease?”
“We’re on a timetable,” Brett reminds you.
“I know what I’m doing,” you bark at him, encouraged by hearing Sonya’s voice flowing through your lips. “If I don’t, these guys’re gonna bother me all day. Besides – I got one more piece of underwear I gotta wear, so it won’t take a minute.”
“As long as you’re aware they might go look for you two.”
“Whose two?” Jake asks.
“The only two of you wearing those girls.”
You’re sliding her sheer, soft panties up your tight legs as you bark some instructions. “Bobby, go with Brett and wait for me outside. If one of the girls we’re looking for arrives, bring her in and say ‘Sonya, incoming’, and one of you guys zaps whoever’s inside.”
“And if it’s not someone we’re looking for?”
“Distract them. Bobby, once I’m finished, we’re going there and try to lure two of them at once. I’ll tell Meghan to keep an eye on everyone.”
“Dude,” Drew asks. “Who died and made you the boss?”
“Am I acting like one?” you retort. “Because if I do, it’s our best bet to bring them.”
“He’s right,” Brett says as you adjust Sonya’s jeans – a hard task, as her rear makes it difficult to close it up. “Whatever you guys do, they shouldn’t suspect.”
“Well, she’s up to par. I heard rumors that Sonya can be a slave driver when she’s with the other girls.”
“Maybe so that they don’t act like morons.” You’re not sure if there’s something in her skin that’s making you so bossy, or if it’s the sheer feel of Sonya’s flesh wrapped around you, but you feel like talking them down like the creeps they are. “I’m gonna need someone to help me latch on the bra.”
“I latched it on front and then turned it around,” Bobby says. You grab your huge breasts and squeeze them.
“Try doing that with ones this size.” You grab her bra – full support, with a little padding on the cup – and hand it to Eric. “Make it quick, willya?”
You slide your arms inside the straps of her bra, and as you adjust her breasts inside the cups, you twist around and jerk your head. You feel Eric adjusts it a bit too much and moan. “Dude! Last one!”
“Sorry,” he tells you. “I don’t know how to wear one of these!”
“How d’you know the way to wear one?” Drew asks, but Jimmy answers him.
“When you live around women, you know. Heather wouldn’t ask me to help her put on a bra, though.”
“Neither my sisters,” you add, “but you see so many bras around, you figure out how they work.”
“You wear them?” Jake comments. “Gay.”
“Well,” Jimmy retorts. “At least I know how to fondle breasts while having an excuse.”
“If only girls didn’t see you as a creep.” You pull her shirt over your head, then finish with the chic vest she was wearing. You grab her purse, moving closer to the light to check her face on the hand mirror – only to realize your little face adjustment marred her makeup. “Shit.” You grab the powder puff and her lipstick and give yourself a quick fix.
“Dude, you even know how to do makeup?” Drew looks at you, then snorts. “Yeah, obviously not.”
“At least it’s a little better than before,” you tell him as you store her makeup on her purse. You take a deep breath, ready to give the act of your lifetime. “Alright. Wish me luck.”
“Don’t fuck this up,” Drew warns you.
“Love your wishes, man.” You step outside, seeing a very nervous Anna in contrast to a confident Brett. “Come on.”
The way to the party is empty, as the shack you’re hiding is three houses away. Brett and Bobby lead you out, and you see cars lined up on both places. You notice your skinwalking friend giving exaggerated steps, prompting you to coach him. “Don’t walk so stiff. Imagine you’re walking on a line but try to stay relaxed.”
“Easy for you to say,” he confesses. “I thought being a girl was easy.”
“You just have to act with confidence. And straighten up – get used to your boobs.”
“Like I’ll ever get used to them.”
As you return to Mackenzie’s house – which is unmistakable, as it’s the only one with lots of teenagers around – you feel intimidated by being the center of attention. You apply your own advice to yourself, looking forward and oozing fake confidence.
“Is the party so boring?” you hear someone from behind. You’ve seen her at school, and judging by how she acts like she owns the place, this must be Mackenzie.
“You’ll know if it does.” You look around, but Brett pre-empts you. “I’ll be with the girls if you need me for anything.”
“Well, you know where to find me if you need one of the rooms above.”
Not like we’ll need them, you think to yourself. You follow your companion through the sea of young, excited teens towards your destination – the drinks booth, where you notice the other cheerleaders waiting for you.
You notice one more thing you didn’t expect. Still with his hoodie, flanked by two blondes, is Mikey. The blondes are flanking – nay, hovering near him, like Apaches – and giving support, but you can see from the hunched face that he’s not very comfortable. You can’t really judge if Lindsey’s enraptured by him or pitying his poor attempt at a conversation.
“Hey,” Bobby asks you. “Isn’t that--?”
You know that, to Mikey’s right, is Kelly. You’re fortunate she decided to come, as that’ll make it easy for Jimmy. But you didn’t expect the other visitor, for despite what you told her, Jessica’s here. And it seems she’s going on with her plan to pair Mikey and Lindsey – with your help, or not. If you call the girls to the shack, you’ll ruin her plans – but probably save Mikey from disappointment.
You could kill two birds with one stone by interfering, however. Lindsey would be more inclined to speak the truth if her boss orders her – but the more you stay, the more you risk being found.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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