The bottle of celebratory champagne barely lasts five minutes between us, the expensive bottle quickly being drained away as it's drunk by those without developed enough palettes to truly enjoy it. Despite our lack of refined taste, we still find ourselves enjoying the sparkling dry drink at least as a distraction from the harsh alcohols Anna had pilfered from the Annex.
We mostly sit by the heater in relative silence, me enjoying the heat coming off of the glass while Anna simply plays with her lower lip awkwardly as she tightly wraps herself in the bright orange blanket.
"Fuck..." I groan in satisfaction, holding my dark blue hair inches from the glass as I feel it dry off. "I needed this" I say as I lose myself to the delightful heat of the fire and the soothing warmth spreading through me as the liquor begins to do its work once again.
"Same..." mutters the redhead nervously, already pouring herself a small glass of the spilled vodka before taking a sip. Her gorgeous face scrunches up, a guttural heave roiling up her chest before she swallows down hard.
I wince as I watch her display before flashing her a weak but understanding smile. It hadn't been that long since I'd first started drinking, at least compared to the fifty-something-year-old women inhabiting that college-aged form, and I could still certainly remember my first few vomit-inducing experiences with that particular drink.
Sighing with a soft whimper on her lips Anna begins to mutter to herself. "Shoulda...shoulda got some...sodas" she says in a faint whisper, her once well-articulated speech sounding far less well put together.
"We can..." I begin to say, pulling myself away from the heat and landing heavily on my pert behind. "I mean, is there a..." I try to ask, a loud rumble of thunder cracking overhead and cutting my sentence short.
"Nah uh" Anna blurts out, clutching at the edges of her blanket as she tries to snuggle deeper into it. "Not gonna go out again" she coos, wriggling closer to one of the vents as she tries to cover the thing with a part of her blanket.
I wriggle on the hardwood floors myself, though not for the same reason. Unlike Anna, my behind didn't have quite as much of a natural cushion. After several minutes of sitting on the floor I find myself needing to move around, shifting how I'm sitting as the annoyance grows to dire for my rapidly intoxicated mind.
After a few more small glasses of the scotch and several changes in position Anna finally pipes up, noticing my constant shifting and shaking.
"Havin...hic...troubles with your...you" she blurts out, her face growing red as she looks at me fiddle with my shorts and dress in the hopes that they could provide some sort of relief to my numbing behind.
"No..." I say unconvincingly, my eyes being drawn to the plushly carpeted room across the hall. "Yes...can we..." I mumble in frustration, staggering up to my feet as I tower over the redhead by the vent.
I can't help but grin ear to ear as I stand. The world spins around me, my laptop bag weighing me down to one side, I can feel my vision lagging ever so slightly behind me, and my large boots making it impossible to really get a feel for the floor. Despite all this, I find myself easily walking up to the bottles on the floor and piling them into my arms.
My upper body rocks and sways with each step, the various liquors rocking and shaking in their glass prisons. A snorting laugh slips out as I feel my legs remain perfectly balanced in spite of myself, the two halves looking like they belonged to two very different people.
Anna simply watches me for a moment, her eyes drifting up and down my body as I leave the room without her.
"Wa...wait!" I hear Anna cry, the towering redhead attempting to jump to her feet after me. However, before she can even reach her full six foot three height she drops back to the floor as a sense of vertigo sets in thanks to her drastically altered height.
Striding into the thickly carpeted half-renovated room I plop myself down on the couch, my arm wrapped around the bottles of liquor like the waist of my sweetheart. Sighing to myself, the weight of my boots slowly becoming the new annoyance plaguing my mind, I begin the slow process of unbuckling and unzipping the seemingly colossal pair of shoes.
Before I'm even halfway done I notice a shifting orange mass in the corner of my vision. Glancing over I watch as Anna crawls into the room on her hands and knees, her chest hanging heavily beneath her as her slender toned arms shake in supporting her weight.
"How'd you do..." she pants out, the short trip exhausting the poor woman in her exhausted state.
"Is the body" I blurt back as I slur my words a little, sliding off one of the massive thigh-high boots with a loud third before moving to fumble with the other one. "Perfect..." I say in an exaggeratedly fancy manner, pausing as I finally manage to free myself from my shoes. "Balance" I coo, finishing my thought as I let the second shoe drop.
"Ooooooooh" coos an enthralled Anna as she shuffles herself over to the foot of the sofa. "You should join a...a club or something" she asks pausing for a moment as her brow furrows in deep thought. She looks at me expectantly, her eyes screaming at me to answer the question she hadn't even spoken yet.
"Anna?" I mutter, tilting my head slightly as I pull my laptop bag off my shoulders.
"Huh? Oh, right..." she mumbles, snapping back to reality. "They...have clubs at college...right? That's not just a books thing" she asks, the innocence in her question and in her large doe-eyes melting my heart.
"Yeah" I answer, trying not to giggle at the simple question. "They have clubs."
"We should join a clubs!" squeals an overexcited Anna, her hand reaching out to touch my fishnet-clad leg. "It'll be fun...I mean I've never been...but all my novels sounded so..." she stammers and sputters, her face growing ever more red as she brings up her novels. Her eyes glaze over for a moment, her hips shifting below the blanket as her hand shifts a little further up my legs and towards my knee.
"Anna!" I call out, bringing her back to the present with a start.
"What!? Sorry, I..." she squeals, blinking rapidly as she notices her hand moments away from my soft supple thigh. "Oh gosh, I'm...I..." she whimpers, pulling her hand away sharply much to my confusion.
"What do you...was that..." I mutter, my voice turning into a concerned whisper. "A...A..." I grunt out, the word I was looking for on the tip of my tongue. I grit my teeth in growing frustration, unable to find the word or finish my sentence. "Does that have to do with...like...before when..." I strain and struggle to explain, lacking the vocabulary and references points to really get across what I was trying to say.
Anna, already feeling awkward about her situation, quickly pipes up. "So...um...why what...um...body?" she mutters, pouring herself another drink as she rets up against the couch from her seat on the floor.
Snapping from my own train of thought I perk up a little, a grin forming on my soft pink lips as I nibble at them. "I...I thought she was...well...kind of cute" I explain awkwardly, shifting in my seat as I build myself up to the main event. "I liked the hair too, and...well..." I pause, taking a deep breath as I brace myself.
I slowly take my left leg, pulling it out into the start of a wide split. Anna's eyes failing to follow along as they lock onto the rising skirt and the tight leather short shorts underneath. I can hear the leather squeak beneath my dress as I raise the leg up more and more, my grin growing wider as I feel my taut energetic muscles easily ease into the position.
Before long I slide my calf behind my head, wincing slightly as I feel the fishnets dig into the back of my neck. Moving on, and desperate to show off, I take a hold of my right leg as I begin to drag it into the same position as the left. If a little effort I'm able to tie myself into a little knot, my hands waving out through the gap between each leg as I grin down at Anna.
"Ta-da..." I drunkenly shout, barely noticing the fact I had upturned the hem of my dress and completely left my ass and slight camel toe on display.
Anna's lip trembles as she looks up at me, her breath growing heavier and heavier as she stares at my short contorted form. She slowly begins to slink her way up onto the couch, drawing closer and closer to me as she plays with her lips.
Her blanket falls away, revealing her pokies forcing their way through the layers of tops she was wearing. While the blanket doesn't completely stop covering her I still get a slight view of her lower half, a distinct wet patch having formed in her gray yoga pants.
"You...You're so..." Anna purrs, leaning in closer and closer as she takes her seat on the sofa beside me. My heart hammers in my chest, my eyes locked onto her's as she stares down at me like her prey. Her hand drifts up as if in instinct to my legs, pinning them in place with her powerful arms as she leans against me.
"I...what are..." I begin to softly squeak, my words cut short as Anna brings her lips to my own.
The haze of emotions are strange and difficult to work through with my inebriated mind. I could feel the lack of attraction, this finally sealing that sexuality coffin as I feel the redhead explore my mouth with her tongue. As I feel her play with my lips herself, her warm body pressed against my own, I feel a moment of recognition as something hits me.
"This is...I know what this is!" I shout excitedly in my own mind, the flood of experiences I had with previous girlfriends racing forth with every pawing touch and subtle moan escaping Anna's lips. It doesn't help much however, the memories not corresponding to any better action on my part and merely serving as reference material to weigh the experience against.
Despite my lack of attraction I can't deny one thing, she is fantastic at this. Every movement, every action, every soft moan or sweet nothing whispered appear perfectly practiced and planned to heighten the experience.
As Anna comes up for air, a hungry grin crossing her lips, I can only smile up awkwardly.
She quickly leans down, kissing at my soft slender neck and sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. I can feel a heat building in my shorts, my body reacting to the teasing and affection far more enthusiastically than my old one would have.
"I don't know what's come over me" Anna coos, her voice dripping with lust as she grinds her chest against my own and threatens to smother me with her cleavage. "But I promise, mommy will..."
"I'm...straight" I hiss nervously as I cut her off, a slight chuckle escaping my lips as I try to wriggle free from her pinning grasp. A look of confusion spreads across her face, her lip trembling as her grip on my legs ease up.
"You mean...like when you were..." she whimpers, the sensual confidence in her voice disappearing in an instant.
"I mean...I think I like...I don't like women like..." I mutter, trying to explain it as I feel my own blood run cold. "I think this body..."
As I suggest my body being the source of my change in attraction Anna immediately backs up, falling back against the far armrest. I would say the color had drained from her face, but despite her look of absolute shock her face remains as flushed as ever.
"Your body made you...like men?" she whispers, unable to bring herself to say the words out loud. I weakly nod along, remembering how I had reacted to the hunky well-hung models around the showroom of the Flash Sale.
"Oh god, I'm so...I'm sorry I...I..." squeals Anna, looking away from me and down to her own body. "I don't know what came over me! I...I've been..." she whimpers, shaking a little as she spreads her legs and tries to see the wet patch past her massive chest.
"Wet..." I whisper, my eyes locking to the darker patch of fabric as I remember my own feeling in the car.
Anna huffs a little, glaring at me and my crude words. "I wouldn't say somethin' so..." she grumbles, fetching herself the scotch and draining the last of the bottle. "I'd say..." she says with a sigh, wiping her lips before placing the bottle on the floor. "Aroused...or maybe..."
"That's the word!" I snap, rocking in place as I begin to slide dangerously close to the edge of the sofa. "Your feeling..." I freeze up, my gleeful recognition of the word and the associated meaning only drawing Anna's ire.
"What's wrong with..." she begins to hiss angrily at me, tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she tries to grapple with her emotions.
"I...I can't remember anything to do with..." I respond quickly, nervously trying to explain the issues with my body. "I need to smoke, I don't like women, and I can't remember...remember anything relating to...to..."
"Sex" squeaks, Anna, her voice shaking as she tries to bundle herself up in the blanket in a comforting manner. "You can't remember sex?"
"That...holy shit, that's the...the thing!" I squeal, wriggling my legs free from behind my head as I tumble to the carpeted floor. "It was so weird feeling my..." I mutter, gently squeezing my chest as I lay on the floor. "For the first time. I mean they feel so...so..."
"Amazing" whimpers Anna, having obviously done something similar at the Flash Sale.
"Yes!" I drunkenly squeal, giggling as I reach for the unopened bottle of bourbon. "And then in the drive over, my car hit a rough..." I explain giddily, watching as Anna squeezes her legs together in the corner of my eye.
"I've been thinking about my drive all day" she chokes out, her words strained as she grits her teeth.
"Is that why you were touching your...you know?" I ask, oblivious to the implications of my question.
"I...you saw...heard..." squeaks a clearly embarrassed Anna, her lips quivering as she looks down at me. I quickly pull the bourbon bottle open with an uncoordinated pop, bringing the heavy bottle to my lips as I sip the sweet burning nectar inside.
"Kinda" I muse lazily, my head swimming at this point as my vision sways more and more.
"I...I...this body..." groans Anna, snatching the bottle from my grasp as taking a similarly large series of swigs. With a loud gasping breath she eventually surfaces for air, cradling the bottle as I'm left with the foul scented vodka on the floor.
"I...I know so much now about...sex" she mutters, whispering out that last bit. "I mean, it's why I bought it, this body I mean. Well, aside from the...well you've seen me. This thing is so...and it's..." she tries to drunkenly explain, gesturing wildly as she poorly recreates her curves and her chest with her gesticulations. "But I feel so...so...pent up. I swear I'm going to burst!"
While I hadn't been ready to 'burst' myself, I knew about the lingering needs of my body. I sip at the vodka, gagging on the disgusting drink as I choke it down. "I've been...these bodies...maybe it's just a problem with new..." I muse, trying to collect my thoughts to no avail.
"This feels...not temporary though" Anna squeaks, shifting her hips as she grinds her ass into my new sofa. "I've been around...a long times...but this is...you really can't remember..." she mutters, struggling equally with her own thoughts and making them cogent.
"It sucks" I huffs, collapsing against the floor and spreading out in a star shape. "I can feel...it... but I don't know what to...you know...what I would normally do with..."
Before I can finish my rambling sentences I catch Anna shifting in the corner of my vision. The towering redhead wriggling to the edge of the couch as she swings her legs over the edge.
"Jordy?" she coos, her head lolling to the side slightly as she tries to look me in the eyes at my odd angle.
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