I knew it would take a while to drive to my new home, a moderately large coastal hub town called Byrne's Cove.
It was an essential aspect of the coastline, being the most heavily built-up center for a group of smaller towns both dotting the coast and the numerous islands offshore. Despite being one of the towns in the area by a wide margin it was still relatively small, at least compared to the city I had called home, being more of a large town.
From what I had been told while working at my college, the town was surprisingly important to our institution. It was so important in fact that we had invested rather heavily into the town, creating a satellite campus in the bustling port to serve the local communities. While on the surface it appeared like an altruistic act, providing a chance at further education to the isolated communities in the region, it had far more selfish motives.
It was through this campus we liaised with local businesses and ship captains, creating areas where fishing would be diminished or not take place at all in a public-facing effort of making conservation areas. While the PR was amazing in that respect the real money was in sending students out to the satellite campus, utilizing our contacts and those conservation zones to provide one of the best courses in marine biology and environmental sciences in the country.
Behind all of this sat a web of support systems keeping the whole thing running. From the liaisons office, to support services on the tiny campus, to the various facilities we kept off-site in the many buildings the college had bought up around town. My new job was assisting in one of these supporting entities, helping out in the management of the library annex and archival storage. Thankfully I would be provided accommodation while I am there, the college having purchased a large amount of property for the very purpose of housing relocated staff.
While the campus itself had a relatively nice library it simply could not house all the books and archival materials that the college as a whole needed. From textbooks to boxes full of decades of migratory habits, the annex acted as a repository for anything that overflowed through the library's doors.
Shifting in my car seat I struggle to really get comfortable, the overly baggy clothes I had forced myself to wear irking me slightly whenever I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Something simply bugs me about the look, the soft and cozy sweater making me look down right adorable and forcing me to sneer slightly at my reflection.
"Why do I feel so..." I grumble, wincing as I listen to my soft squeaky voice before cutting my thought short.
"Did I fuck up?" I mutter, looking at my cute impish face in the mirror from behind a set of cheap black glasses. My heart catches in my throat, the realization setting it that this was it, this was me unless I somehow managed to save up and get another body. I begin to feel slightly nauseated at the thought, my stomach churning at being this...little punk for the rest of my days.
Before I can linger on that thought for too long I find myself leaving the well-laid roads of the city and the surrounding suburbs, shifting over to the rougher bumpier tracks out into the countryside. As I hit my first rough patch my eyes go wide, a shuddering gasp escaping my lips as the vibrations send pleasurable shocks through my new pussy.
"What was..." I squeak, my words getting cut off as an involuntary moan slips from my lips. "That?" I finish with a purr, a shiver running up my spine as I revel in the sensation.
For a moment I consider pulling over, to stop to regain my composure before taking it easy the rest of the journey. However, those thoughts are quickly pushed aside as I lean into the pleasure. I writhe in my seat, a grin plastered across my face as I find myself enjoying my new body and the sensations hammering it from the terribly rough patch of road. I can feel my panties becoming downright soaked, my ghostly nipples digging into the heavy clothing and grinding against the shirt with every tiny delightful bounce.
Before long I'm practically panting in my seat, a mixture of mewling moans and delighted giggling filling the cabin of the car as I lose myself to my baser drives and impulses.
However, all good things must come to an end, and as I reach the highway I find the road evening out. I low disappointed groan escapes my lips as the rocking of my car slowly begins to balance out, my body hungry for more of what I had just experienced.
"When...when I get home I'll...I'll..." I pant, glancing down at myself before furrowing my brow in confusion. What would I do? A surge of embarrassment wracks me as I struggle to remember how to masturbate, or more importantly how women masturbate. I can remember images and videos of the act vividly, but just like before it feels like the important information just can't get where I need it.
The longer I linger on the thought, struggling to deal with my newfound sexual frustration and limited knowledge, the more disgruntled I become.
"Why...Why would anyone want to be like...like..." I fume, huffing angrily as I remember the Auctioneer describing this body as a more complete fresh start than the others. "Is this what that bastard meant?! That I'd be starting over as a fucking...piece of...No wonder I'm so...I've never even gotten of before" I rant, a dull headache beginning to throb in my skull.
Recognizing the headache for what it was, a symptom of my new cravings, I reach into my boots once again and snatch up the packet of cigarettes before popping one between my lips. Holding the lighter up I freeze for a moment, looking at myself in the mirror and staring at the flushed young woman seconds away from lighting up. I did not want to smoke in my car, to make the whole place stink of tobacco and ash. However, I find myself lighting up regardless as I yet again give into my impulses and desires.
After hours and hours of driving I finally begin to see my destination, two peaks rising in the distance each flanking Byrne's Cove further down in the valley between them. Driving along the coastline the first real piece of the town I see are the boats, the cavalcade of a fleet comprising small local fishing boats and private vessels flying colorful flags to larger shipping and transport vessels dancing on the horizon. Curving around to the dockside entry to the town I stare in awe at the massive seeming docks extending far into the water, the mixture of old wooden areas and industrial concrete putting just how much this town had grown on full display.
The road on this side of town is extremely narrow, straddling the steep incline of the mountain to the left and the rocky 'beach' to the right. I creep slowly around every bend and blind curve in the road, adjusting my glasses each time to hopefully avert tragedy.
Thankfully, I manage to escape the deathtrap in due course and finally get my first good look at the down. Quaint describes it quite well, with a building ranging from relatively modern to those well over a century old. The land hadn't really been altered all that much over the years, leaving the whole place on a steep incline and separated into what looked like various layers of construction.
Roads range from those I'd usually expect from a modern city, to cobblestone in some of the older streets, to what looks like simply dirt in some of the fringes of the town. With my eyes lighting up as I see the bumpy streets in the older districts I eagerly turn down them, my lips twisting into a lewd grin as eagerly expect to return to that intoxicating pleasure from before. Unlike the gravelly and uneven road out to the highway, the cobblestones leave me bouncing a little more heavily and even off my chair entirely. With a loud yelp I quickly begin to slow my car, taking the old roads with far more care and being unable to hide the mild disappointment on my face.
"What the hell is wrong with me?" I ask myself, realizing what I had just attempted to do and finding it so not me.
Running a little bit late I manage to navigate my way to the old brick and mortar building that houses the annex, a large chunk of time getting lost in the confusing and winding streets in the older areas of the town. The building itself looks fairly old, with a weathered and yellowed rendered on the exterior along with the decades old terracotta tiles lining roof. The building is two stories tall, though I had been told their was an expansive basement as well.
Two small windows flank the large dark double doors leading into the entryway, the same pattern of windows appearing on the second floor with another larger window taking the place of the front door. Surprisingly, while the rest of the buildings are conjoined on the streets and sharing mutual walls the one appears to have a space all to its own. The gape between it and the neighboring building being filled with two small lane ways, leading to a positively tiny park on the other side and a small area to park for staff.
With no small amount of care I have to practically crawl my car down through the absurdly tight lane way, eventually pulling up next to another dark blue car behind the building.
Glancing down at myself I let out a sigh, taking a deep inhale of the tiny remnants of m cigarette before snuffing it out in my cup holder.
"I need an ash tray now I guess" I huff, filling the cabin of my car with a plume of delicious smelling smoke.
The rain contains to hammer my windows, leaving me to glance between myself and what remained of my clothing. I try my best to think of what I could do to cover myself more, or at least to get something on my feet, but I just can't think of anything and certainly don't want to wear wet socks.
"This is the best...I think I can do..." I sigh, wriggling a little and plucking at my tent like sweater. "I just wish I had better clothes, something more...my...style..." I mutter, my eyes going wide as I realize what was bugging me about my outfit.
"My style!" I squeak, running my hands through my blue hair as my eyes go wide. "That's why I...oh god that's weird to think about" I groan, realizing that something deep inside me was trying to lean me towards some other style than what I currently had.
Popping open the door I'm immediately hit with the scent of salt and sea water, the smoke inside my car rapidly slipping out through the crack and into the open air outside. For a moment I'm thankful for the breath of fresh air, though a clawing craving at the back of my mind in a little disappointed to be deprived of that sweet scent of tobacco.
Before making a break for the building I pause, my eyes darting over to the manila folder I had been given. Snatching it up I quickly open it, fishing around for my new documentation.
"I'll need to prove who I am" I grumble, pouring the contents out into my laps. "I mean they're not going to give the keys to some random chick that shows up."
Sifting through the documents I'm awestruck by how professional they all look, each and every card or certificate printed on official material and always accompanied with the appropriate seals of authenticity. Grabbing my driver's license I can't help but stare at it, my jaw dropping as I take in the details.
Name: Jordan Hughes
DOB: 06/03/2003
Address: 3/4 282 Matthew Parade As I read the card a cold sweat begins to form over my body, my eyes glued to my date of birth.
"I'm...eighteen?" I squeak, my heart fluttering heavily as my mind races. "How the hell do I have a degree? That alone takes..." I mutter anxiously, shifting in my seat nervously as I glance over the remainder of the documents. I can see my certificates and degree just like before, having been awarded at the same time which leaves more questions than I'd like to really think about.
Fishing through the documents I finally find what else I was looking for. Reaching down I nab my new staff ID, my brow furrowing as I look at the pictures on each of the cards. They're definitely of my new body, yet they're slightly different and the one in the license even looks slightly younger with a long mane of purely black hair rather than the short sides and blue wispy top I now sported.
"Did they really take pictures between doing this?" I mutter with a short chuckle, playing with my hair for a moment.
Grabbing my keys from the ignition I brace myself before leaping out from the vehicle. I almost stagger as my feet hit the ground, though thankfully my newfound perfect balance kicks in to keep my upright as I push the door shut behind me. Locking up remotely I begin to race around down the lane way to the left, holding my arm to my chest to stop my chest from bouncing to much as I hurtle down around the cobblestones and towards the main street.
I wince and grumble to myself as I feel my body shift beneath the massively oversized clothing I had decided to wear, my hips popping from side to side and my newly enhanced assets bouncing and jiggling along with each step. I can feel an embarrassed blush spread across my soft cheeks, my eyes darting down to watch as my relatively large chest jiggles wildly despite my attempts to support it.
Luckily, it's only a short trip before I hop up the few stone steps leading to the double doors and tumble my way through them. With a sigh of relief I I shake myself off a little, getting the excess water out of my hair and as well as trying to get my sweater into some semblance of dryness.
As I compose myself I glance around the room I had found myself in. The entry way into the annex is rather large, easily stretching over halfway into the rather expansive building. The floors creak beneath my petite feet, the sound echoing slightly through the quiet space around me. The entrance is flanked with a few small tables with mismatched chairs, all of them likely either having been donated or purchased secondhand.
Looking up I marvel as the open floor above me, the second level being visible through a large gap in the floor and creating the feel of an even larger open space. An old wooden railing skirts the hole on the second floor, the sole safety feature preventing people from tumbling into the foyer I now stood in. From my terrible angle I can barely make out the sight of various bookshelves upstairs, rows of dusty books and shelves running along the walls with just enough room for people to navigate comfortably.
Suddenly I'm snapped from my idle thoughts as I hear footsteps plodding towards me. Looking ahead I see a large wooden counter, the front desk of the annex, flanked on either side by stairs leading up to the second floor and entryways to side rooms whose contents are hidden from where I am.
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