This choice: Reaching the pool, you aren't alone. You feel your body lurch again. • Go Back...Chapter #6Reaching the pool, you aren't alone. You fe... by: Mr. George   You breathe a sigh of relief, as you hear Mr. Williams' footsteps retreat. Him for the front door to the street, and you firmly heading away from him. You don't feel ready for the public, so keep walking towards the pool.
With the changes still confusing and scaring you, you tread lightly like a cat in thunderstorm. The metal gate complains, creaking softly as you push it open. Stepping into the courtyard you feel all the overlooking windows like an oppressive weight. The sun loungers and beach umbrellas give you some kind of protection from prying eyes.
Sensing more than anything, you know there's a man on the lounger up ahead. As if summoned into existence by your fear, you hear the lounger protest as a new face appear around the plastic horizon. This time you feel it. This time you're sure. The slap of your beach shoes, replaced by the cold slap of your bare feet on the concrete paving. It's the leering gaze that makes you change.
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Belatedly, you sense the breeze whirl around you. It's fresher, and your bikini is no longer offering it's meagre protection from that man.
The sun lounger legs rasping over the stone, as the man gets a better look. Whether aware that you're now looking at him, or simply being discreet. He lowers a pair of sunglasses over his eyes.
You yelp in protest, as you feel your stomach collapse, in the same instant, you stumble as he gets a better look at you... And there's more of you now. You want to howl in protest, but swallow it, unwilling to draw any more attention to yourself.
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You find your own lounger, where you don't see him, and he can't see you. This time, you manage to resist the urge to confirm your new dimensions. Though, you didn't think women came with these kind of measurements. Thoughts of implants make you fight to keep from checking, and you stiffly walk beyond his lounger. A soft snort comes from your cute nostrils, as you briefly imagine smothering him with the girls.
If he can change you simply by looking, you don't want a confrontation. With everything feeling out of control, you hope, desperately hope, your old body might return if you wait long enough.
Settling down, you try and calm your nerves. It's a near impossible task. You close your eyes, and concentrate on slow and steady breathing, happy to block the world out as best you can.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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