This choice: Following the mismatched pair • Go Back...Chapter #5Following the mismatched pair by: SamTheSnake   Johnny was now standing alone in the backyard of his former body's house, while in the body of Cheryl Wall. He felt very self-conscious, but as he looked up to the house, he saw his mother wave through the back window. He lifted his arm and waved with two fingers. Now Johnny really just wanted to get back to Cheryl's and lay low for awhile. This wasn't quite the same as his last out-of-body experience. There was a familiarity with his mother. There was common ground with his mother. There was a mutual sense of boundaries with his mother. This was completely uncharted territory. And honestly, Johnny was feeling uncertain of his hasty decision.
Not wanting to doddle too long in his parents yard, Johnny made his way back to the car. Probably should've just walked here, he thought. At least he was a seasoned enough driver to safely make it back to his new abode without incident.
"Well, Johnny. Here we go again," he said to himself as he looked at his new house for the foreseeable future. He stepped out of the car, almost tripping when his 2 inch pumps gave way underneath his feet. That was something he didn't have to deal with when he was in his mother's body. Doing his best to regain his composure, Johnny stood back up, smoothed out his blouse, and made his way into the house.
The door closed firmly behind him as he felt the blast of A/C his his skin, causing goosebumps to appear on his arms. It was a stark contrast to the summer heat, and felt wonderful. Need to write that down, same feeling regardless of body, he thought to himself. The house was quiet and dark, with all the shades pulled to keep the sun out during the day. Johnny noticed that the house didn't have that particular smell that it usually has when he comes over. Must be because my nose is acclimated to it now.
As he made his way through the house, Johnny ran his fingers along the countertops. The cool granite felt smooth under his fingertips. He clicked his nails against the surface a few times, as he continued looking around the house. He walked slowly down the hallway, poking his head into the various rooms and closets along the way. Paul's room was a mess of course. The bathroom was clean as a whistle. And the closet was full of winter clothing that wouldn't be needed for a few more months. Johnny sifted through a few of the items, noting Cheryl's taste in bright clothing. As he reached the end of the hallway, he opened the door to Cheryl's bedroom. It was tastefully adorned in quaint wooden furniture. The bed looked like it was made from reclaimed wood, and there was a matching dresser in the corner of the room. As Johnny walked over to the dresser, he realized he was about to catch the first glimpse of his new body through his eyes. Sure, he knew what Cheryl looked like, but this was going to be a very different perspective.
He slowly walked up to the mirror on the dresser. His heart rate jumped a tiny bit in the anticipation of seeing his new form. He was greeted by a woman in her late-40s. He now donned a mane of bushy brown hair that was loosely tied up in a bun. He had rich, dark brown eyes. His jaw was square, but still smoothly effeminate. Johnny reached up and felt his face, being overcome with a feeling of surreal. Silver hoop earrings hung from his lobes. His skin was tanned from hours in the sun while at the beach. Johnny looked down at himself, finally getting the perspective of being in someone else's body. He saw a small amount of cleavage poking out of Cheryl's blouse. He went ahead and unbuttoned the rest of the shirt and let it fall to the ground. There he stood, in a bra and pair of shorts. Johnny looked at the mirror, never having realized just how large Cheryl's bust was. Holy cow, Ms. Wall, how do you carry these things around, thought Johnny. His beige bra was filled to the brim. Johnny brought his hands up to his chest, and played coyly with his new assets. Lifting the pair caused a wave of relief over his shoulders and back. He gently toyed with his nipples through the fabric of the bra, which still felt wonderful. Nicely done, ma'am, he thought. Cheryl's belly swelled slightly over the waistband of her shorts. She was absent and stretch marks, but sported a small scar a few inches below her belly button. Johnny's hands ran from his chest down his sides as he felt his new curves. He now had quite the hourglass figure. His buttox pulled his shorts taught, but was still relatively pert, considering his age and weight. Standing there, Johnny noticed how his thighs were touching, until just above his knees. Johnny looked back up at the mirror, seeing himself topless with a bra. He smirked, thinking about how ridiculous this situation was, but still enjoying himself.
Making eye contact with himself in the mirror, Johnny asked, "So, what do we do now?". Knowing good and well he had some time to himself, he went ahead with the full monty. Reaching behind himself, he unclasped the bra and slipped it off his shoulders. It fell silently to the ground, and Johnny felt the full weight of his breasts hanging from his chest. Sure, they sagged, but they were even larger than he had anticipated. She must go tanning, he thought when he noticed there weren't any tan lines. His brown areolas were slightly asymmetric, but still felt wonderful as Johnny ran his fingers across them. His hands started making their way down his belly to the top of his shorts. He played with the button between his new pointer finger and thumb. Just as it popped open, he put his hands down inside his cotton panties. It felt the smooth skin, and was about to do some further exploration of his new body when a knock came at the door.
Nearly jumping out of his skin, Johnny did his best to get dressed quickly. He threw the bra on as fast as he could, the clips in the back giving him some trouble along the way. He tightened down the shoulder straps as he tucked his breasts into the cups. He buttoned up his shorts as he grabbed his blouse off the ground while he made his way to the front of the house. He could feel his breasts bouncing from side-to-side as he put his arms through the sleeves in the shirt. Starting from the bottom, Johnny buttoned up the blouse, smoothed out his clothing and regained his composition while standing behind the front door.
He peeked through the eyehole in the door, seeing that there was a woman, maybe early 50s, with puffy blonde hair standing in the miranda looking at her watch. Who on earth is that? Thought Johnny. He knew that Cheryl had cancelled her plans for the day, so no one should be expecting her.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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