He cocks an eyebrow at me, glancing around the room a little as if looking for something or noticing that something was off.
After a pregnant pause he finally speaks up, "I thought you were just having a shower after the seaweed thing before heading back to the beach" the young man explains, a slight mocking smirk spreading across his lips as he remembers whatever incident he was referring to.
My jaw hangs open for a moment, unsure how to respond to the young man's statement. Why wasn't he freaking out at the naked man in his room? Why did he think he was talking to Emma? As I open my mouth to respond, to croak out whatever half-hearted answer I could muster, he suddenly chimes in again.
"Don't tell me you got distracted by your phone?" he chuckles, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head a little. He slowly begins to approach me, pausing slightly into a stumble as he winds up looking up at my face with a brief moment of confusion. The slight semblance of discomfort quickly dissipates as he snatches the phone from my feminized hand, my long nails clicking against the hard outer case and causing me to wince.
"Come on, the weathers too good spend it on your phone" he says, holding the device up above his head as though it was keeping it out of my reach.
"But I..." I begin to bark back, my words getting muffled by the young man's mouth as he leans in for a sloppy open-mouth kiss.
I shout loudly in surprise, the prolonged yelp becoming lost and distorted as the young man quickly forces his tongue into my mouth. My lips burn as they touch his, the sensation not being unlike eating too much sour candy as the electrified searing sensation soon begins to consume my tongue as his begins to grapple with my own.
The whole act feels lacking in any sort of skill, the frenzied act of hormonal teenagers desperate to prod and paw. I gag as I feel his saliva creep into my mouth, the act of swallowing causing a new irritation to creep down my throat from the back of my mouth.
I move to push him away, however, as I shove against his firm muscular chest with my one masculine and one overtly feminine hand I find my strength waning. One of his hands creeps up to the back of my head, his fingers running through and pulling tightly at my short light brown hair. As he tugs at the short strands I let out a pained gasp, the pain of the situation quickly transitioning to a faint electrified buzz before giving way to a strange pleasure.
As the pleasure hits me my mind begins to fog, the strange static feeling from when I touched the phone creeping into my skull like a headache. Thankfully, after a few more pitiful shoves and failing to reciprocate the entwining of tongues the young man pulls away, a concerned look plastered on his face.
"You okay babe?" he asks, letting the back of my head go as he steps backward. "You've been saying how you've been wanting me to be more...forward with you" he explains nervously, obviously still trying to find his footing and where he is comfortable in relationships.
"I..." I begin to mutter through panting breaths, the socking and burning in and around my mouth causing my breath to come out with pained bursts. "I mean...I don't have anything to wear" I manage to pant out in an effort to change the topic, wincing as I feel my throat close up a little.
"Oh..." the young man chirps, twisting around to look at the wet bikini on the floor. "Is there something wrong with that? I promise babe, the seaweed is fine it's just a bit slimy" he remarks jokingly, trying to reassure his girlfriend that it was still fine to wear.
My heart seizes up in my chest as I stare at the bikini, my already difficult breath catching in my throat at the sight of the flimsy soggy material. It shimmers slightly in the light of the open door, the simple cut being unimaginative though likely leaving little to the imagination. It would have no chance of fitting me, at least not comfortably and while covering all it needed to.
Noticing my staring at the moistened attire the young man backs towards the door. "I'm going back to look after our stuff, I'll let you get changed babe" he calls out, slipping out the door before closing it behind him.
As I'm left alone in the room for the first time in a hot minute I try my best to get my bearings. Dropping what had once been my jeans to the floor I just a little as I hear the wet smack of a freshly used towel fill the room as the material hits the floor.
With the sudden jostling caused by my sudden motions I feel something brush the back of my neck, a wet tickling sensation both running over and sticking to the sensitive skin. Reaching back I find my newly softened sensitive fingers run through a small wet slick mass of hair that feels completely out of place on the back of my head.
Whipping my head around I look into the mirror, the surface still reflecting both the room I was in and the one I had come from. For a moment I notice my lips looking fuller, softer and my gritted teeth appearing subtly whiter and more well-aligned. However, my attention is quickly snapped to the back of my head and the clump of black hair draping down to cling to my neck. While it only hangs just shy of my shoulders it is without mistake a warped mirror of Emma's own luscious locks, the glossy wet strands even mirroring her subtly brown tips.
Suddenly a figure rushes into view, a frantic Emma racing into the bathroom in a pair of soft-looking pale blue pants lacking any real pockets. Her face is red, tears welling up in her eyes as she freezes up at the sight of my naked self on the other side of the mirror. The rage from before returns for a fleeting moment, the indignant and righteous anger building before disappearing as she notices the all too familiar length of hair clinging to my neck.
She begins to shout something at me, her words failing to bridge the gap between our rooms. With wide eyes and in an equally large panic I shrug at her, pointing at my ears and shaking my head.
"I can't hear you" I call back, watching as Emma freezes up before realizing the problem. I can't help but cough after speaking, my throat still feeling raw and aching after the forced makeout session and my voice crackling slightly like it had during puberty.
Glaring at me Emma points to the doorway, nodding at me to go over to check the passage between our rooms. Not wanting to anger the young woman even more I rush over to the old door, grasping the ornate brass knob and pulling with all my might. However, unlike before, no matter how much I pull the whole thing fails to budge. It was as though once it closed the door closed for good, whatever sealant had been used around the frame finally taking hold.
Racing back to the bathroom I watch as Emma mirrors my exact pace and actions, our panic reflected in each other. Suddenly she races back to the bed, revealing just how much of her towel had changed. It looked like a pair of exceedingly soft fake jeans that her slender form practically swims in, a few sewn-on sections imitating pockets. She snatches up my phone, saying something before tapping wildly at the screen as she walks back over towards the mirror.
With deft fingers and no small amount of fumbling with her one oversized hand, she finally holds out her phone to me.
Y the FUK did u close the door!?!?!?!
Swallowing hard I look around for her phone, my stomach sinking as I remember that the young man had snatched it from me before leaving for the beach. I simply shake my head back in shock, pointing to the door before shrugging.
Emma quickly taps out another furious message, glaring between the screen and me as she writes.
Bullshit! Y did it close then?
Get my phone idiot! Stop miming shit!
I hold up both my hands to show I don't have it, pausing for a moment before racing to the foot of the bed and grabbing one of the young man's tight shirts as my left hand begins to tingle. Holding it up I nod to it and then towards the door.
The corner of Emma's mouth twitches slightly, her eyes darting between my now well-manicured lemonade pink fingernails and the black bundle of hair at the back of my head. Grimacing at my changed body she types out another message before slapping the phone against the mirror for me to read.
Mark took it!?!
You touched my phone didn't you!!!!
I told him I wouldn't use it today and you fucked it up!!1!
Dropping the shirt to the floor and shaking out my tingling hand I race back to read the message, pausing for a moment as the name clicks in my head. I was right, but what the hell was he doing here? Who the hell was this girl dating him?
I mouth 'sorry' to Emma through the mirror, wincing and gritting my teeth. She taps at the phone again with a fever pitch, her once feminine hands now matching my own larger and well-worn set. This change doesn't go unnoticed with Emma gagging at the sight before holding up the phone again.
Go get it back!!
Go get Mark to help open the fucking door!!!
Swallowing hard I gesture down at my naked body, moving my hands over my large flaccid cock for modesty's sake. A soft whimper escapes my softened lips as I feel the slender delicate fingers of my right-hand brush against my member, my cock twitching to life as the imitation of the strange woman's hand touches the sensitive organ.
Shouting silently from the other side of the mirror, the frustration obvious on her face. She quickly types one last message, showing it to me before storming off and out of sight of the mirror.
I dont fuking care!!!!!!
Find something to wear and GO GET HIM!!!!!!!!!!!
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