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Disclaimer: All people in this story are fictional and any resemblance to
living people is a cryin' shame. It was created to be a pleasant fantasy.
Bunk Beds: Chapter 2
By Isis Eris
I was staring into the mirror. The bright blue hair that hung down to my
chest seemed so strange to me - perhaps even more so than being in a
female body. Well, I guess suddenly being of Asian descent is weird, too.
I couldn't believe this is happening to me.
I looked at my reflection. I was wearing this black tank-top with a
bizarre skull on it and lots of little red lightning bolts dancing about
it. That was more punk-ish than my style, but it was closer to what I
usually wore than the red and black checkered skirt I also had on. Or the
red and black block leggings. I couldn't walk in the heels she offered
me, so Cindy mercifully put me in some black sandals.
Cindy had also put some make-up on me. Some Dark blue lipstick, eye
shadow of the same color, and she was in the middle of applying blush to
my cheeks. I stared at her and sighed; she had cobbled up enough clothing
from the other three girls to assemble an outfit for her that suited my
male body and her needs to be feminine. I have to admit that she looked
better than a newbie cross-dresser. It looked like she was a
transgendered girl who had just started her transition.
She had a cute white blouse on and a pretty simple blue skirt to go with
it. Karen had kindly donated one of her padded bras and Cindy managed to
stuff it so it looked pretty natural. My bodies' legs had been shaven,
which hadn't taken long, since I didn't have much. Cindy had done
something subtle to my hair - I have no idea what - and it looked
slightly more feminine than usual. Yet not that different.
Cindy had insisted that she come with me to her lecture just in case I
ran into any of her other friends or teachers; She wanted to be able to
whisper to me how to react to others. I had suggested I could just
pretend I had a bad cold, but she didn't think that would be enough.
Really, I think she was just afraid of being so far away from her natural
body.
"Ta-dah," Cindy said in a mocking tone. "What do you think?"
I looked at the two of us together.
"This feels kinda...loud," I said.
"That's how I like it. I like to fuck with people's minds."
"I also think I look surprisingly decent for a girl."
"Duh! You've got my hot bod."
"No, no - I mean, your body. My body. The one you're in right now. I
didn't really think I would look that good 'en femme'."
"Well, I have a superior sense of style, and if you give me a canvas,
I'll paint on it. Let's go. I'll drive."
***
It was a twenty minute drive to the art college Cindy went to - unlike
the other girls, who were at one in town.
"Do I still own this car?" Cindy asked.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm not in my body right now. Does legal ownership go with the body, or
with the mind?"
"Uh..."
"Like, I don't have my ID on me. I can't prove that I'm Cindy Xia right
now. If I pull out my wallet, I have your ID. But legally, it's Cindy
that owns the car. And pays for the insurance."
"I'll let you borrow it anytime you like," I joked.
"It's not like the police can scan your soul to confirm your identity. I
feel like all of my possessions have been stolen, in addition to my
body."
I wasn't really deep into philosophy, so every sentence she said to me
was a new thought.
"I promise I'll give them all back. Maybe even tonight, if the Bunk beds
work in reverse."
"What about our love? Where does the ownership of 'love' come in? Do I
have a crush on Beth now? Do I 'own' the crush you used to have on her?"
"I still have a crush on Beth," I said. "So, no."
"But the same crush! Does the same crush exist in two places? It there a
copy of it in me now?"
This did bring up an issue I had thought about. "Are you still attracted
to boys?"
Cindy thought for a minute. "Yeah."
"I don't think my orientation changed, either. And Beth is still my
crush."
"Now that we're talking about Beth, though, I am crazy jealous of her
rack..."
***
Walking through the campus plaza I could feel all sorts of eyes on me.
Some of them were just glancing at me, through me, or around me - but
some people were staring. Some guys were grinning at me like they thought
I'd be fun to have in bed; some other guys were staring at me and trying
not laugh. I guess they didn't dig Cindy's style? The girls seemed to be
nicer to me than when I was in my regular body; they'd make eye contact
with me and smile as they walked past. Except for the ones who also
didn't like 'my' style.
One girl ran up to me. She was pretty tall--as tall as Megan, at least.
She had these knee-high black boots on and dark hair that went all the
way to her butt. Sort of like a beatnik in kinky boots. She gave me a hug
and I quick hugged her back.
"So this must be your friend Kendra, whom you met freshman year of
college and have been close to ever since?" Cindy asked.
Kendra paused and grinned. "Who's your friend here?"
"Loren," I said.
"Hello, Lauren," She said. "I want to be polite, so I must ask: Which
pronoun should I use?"
"Feminine ones," Cindy said. "I just started my transition. So bear with
me."
"I don't care how you look one way or another. I just didn't want to
offend you."
"I'm staying with Cindy for a while, and thought It would be fun to go to
a lecture with her," Cindy offered.
"I'm in the same class! You can go with us, chica," Kendra said, then
paused. "Say, Cindy, what's up? You've barely said a word."
"It's an experiment," I said. "In brevity."
Cindy told me that her friends would totally get that excuse.
"Oh, I totally get it," Karen said.
So the three of us walked into an old auditorium and sat in the back, off
to a side. The class was actually pretty interesting. It was "History of
the Visual Arts" and they were in the renaissance. I've seen plenty of
art and stuff before but I've never really thought about things like
shadow and light and balance. I guess I knew that they were there but I
had never really had the words to describe what they were.
Cindy was sitting beside me and just drawing in an extra notebook that
we'd brought along. She figured it wouldn't make any sense for "Lauren"
to take notes, after all. A few minutes after the professor dimmed the
lights Kendra fell asleep so we didn't really have to worry about staying
in character too much.
When the class was over Kendra snapped awake and looked about in
confusion. The three of us started to walk out of the building when
Kendra paused and turned to face me. There was something different in the
way she was looking at me - something conspiratorial.
"Uh, hey, you know I missed getting the notes today," Kendra said. "Would
your friend here mind if we went to a Xerox real quick and make a copy?"
Cindy wore a strained smile. "Sure, I don't mind. Cindy, you should just
go along with whatever she says."
She put extra emphasis on the "go along" part of the sentence and it was
clear she was giving me a message here.
"Let's go," I said to Kendra.
"I think there's one this way," Kendra said.
The two of us walked towards a stairwell as Cindy stared at me with
worried eyes.
When we started to go down the stairs Kendra surprised me by taking hold
of my hand. She gave me that grin that people have when they're mock
flirting with you - sort of like teasing. When we got to the bottom of
the stairwell there was only a few extra chairs and desks and the door to
a janitor's closet. Clearly, there was no copy machine here.
"This place is usually pretty private. Let's get to it. You know I need
some sugar after class...Let's do this quick," Kendra said.
Her lips were locked with mine before I could even say anything. It was a
furious kiss; it was my first kiss. My lips burned with pleasure and so
did my crotch. I kissed back - it was fast, and aggressive, so I don't
think she could even notice how well I was kissing or not. Then her
tongue made its way into my mouth and did a year's worth of flossing for
me. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, too, and started exploring it in a
careful manner.
Then she broke off the kiss and pushed me away. Kendra hopped onto one of
the extra desks and started to take off her shirt. I was greeted by a
push-up bra that had a black band and bright red cups with skull emblems
on them. I'm not sure what her size was but she clearly had a handful in
there. She unhooked the back just by reaching behind herself - which was
awesome - and her breasts were let free. Her right nipple was pierced
with a golden ring.
"Mommy needs a breast massage, little one," Kendra said, as she lifted me
onto her lap.
I had never touched breasts before, and I stared at them with awe. Her
skin was pretty pale but it was smooth and flawless. How much could her
right breast move without causing pain? Or was that the point of a nipple
ring? I didn't want to hurt her.
"Mommy gave you an order, little one," Kendra said, this time with
menace.
I grabbed both of her breasts and started to move them in a circle. I
could feel a sudden dampness in my panties. When I squeezed the breasts
they would flow between my fingers almost like they were made of a liquid
and not something as solid as skin. I closed my eyes; that burning that
had started in my crotch had spread throughout my body. There was no part
of my body that did not have this desire scorching it. She started to tug
at my shirt.
Oh fuck, what am I doing? I asked myself. The part of my brain that had
been shocked into silence started up again. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm about
to have lesbian sex with a complete stranger in a body that isn't my own
- and it's going to be my first time! This was bad. Very bad. Fucked up
bad.
I pulled away from her.
"Brevity," I said.
Then I bolted off, running up the stairs so fast I practically leaped up
them. I saw Cindy standing nervously off to the side of the stairwell and
I grabbed her by the arm and started to pull her out the door.
"Watch it!" she aid.
"We have to get out of here. Now," I said.
I tore through the campus in a straight line to Cindy's car. The whole
time I was pulling her she was saying stuff to me but I didn't hear it. I
ran to the passenger side of the car and pulled at the handle - it was
still locked. Cindy must have been worried now because there was a ka-
chunk sound and then the door was unlocked. I took my seat.
"We have to get out of here," I said.
And so we did.
***
We hadn't said anything the first five minutes of our drive. The silence
was so strong that it was practically crushing me. I couldn't take it. I
had used the five minutes to put my thoughts into order but it was
apparent that was a fruitless endeavor.
"You and Kendra?" I asked.
Cindy's eyes were locked onto the road.
"'Little one?" I asked.
"Kendra and I fool around sometimes," Cindy said quietly.
"I didn't know that you were bi," I said. "Not that being bi is a bad
thing or anything. But it sure would have better prepared me for...that!"
"I'm not bi," she said.
"She had her breasts out and was trying to take off my shirt," I said.
"Like I said, we fool around sometimes."
"But you're not bi? So you're a lesbian?"
"No."
"Help me out here!" I cried.
There was silence again, but it was obvious Cindy was trying to put words
together in her head.
"Kendra's the coolest person I've met here. Not that you girls aren't
cool. But Kendra really gets my style, and what my art's all about."
"So...Is it love, then?"
"No," Cindy said. "Kendra likes to fuck with people's minds, too. She
respects that part of me. I was afraid that if I didn't go along with her
- advances - that she might think I didn't have an edge. That I'd gone
soft."
"I don't see how that works at all," I said.
"Don't go judging me."
"I'm not! It's just that -"
"You're acting like you're the victim here! You're on vacation in that
body. I actually have to deal with this Kendra thing. It's my life!"
"That was my first kiss."
Cindy's face turned from anger to sadness.
"It was the first time I ever touched another girl's breasts."
She eyed me. "What about 'my' breasts?"
"They were 'mine' when I played with them. This was different. It was
something between two people. It was hot, but it should have been
special. And what was up with the 'little one' stuff? I thought you were
supposed to be the domme!"
"Fuck you," she said.
The conversation ended.
***
All of our other roommates were waiting by the door when we got back in.
Curiosity and fear were written all over their faces. Neither Cindy nor I
said a word. Cindy stormed off into her room before she could be
questioned. The other girls looked at the door to Cindy's room; then
they looked at me.
"I take it things didn't go well?" Jenna asked.
"No," I said.
"What happened?" Beth asked.
"It was going pretty good until we got to the part where -"
I stopped. I'm pretty certain tears started rolling down my cheeks. No
matter how screwed up Cindy's personal life was I didn't think it was any
of my business to expose it. I also didn't really want to tell them how I
had my first kiss and got to second base with a girl two hours after
meeting her.
"I'm going to take a shower," I said.
As I started to walk to the bathroom Beth hugged me. I felt nothing and
waited for her to let me go - and when she did, I locked myself into one
of the bathrooms. Obviously, I didn't care how clean I was - it's not
like I had gotten dirty during the lecture - but there were other things
I wanted to wash off of me. Not to mention the fact I wanted to be alone
and I didn't have my own room.
So I took a shower. A long shower.
***
I had stayed in the bathroom after my shower. I was looking at my
cellphone. It was about 10:00 PM. Jenna had knocked on the door and tried
to talk to me a few times but I played the angsty teenager card and told
her to leave me alone. Now it was 10:02. Maybe Cindy had gone to bed
already.
I walked over to her bedroom door with soft steps, just in case she had
already fallen asleep. I certainly didn't want to talk to her again
tonight. Pushing the door slowly, I discovered she was wide awake and
very busy - masturbating! She was in my body and jacking off with my
dick! I wanted to shout out, to stop her, but I was speechless. Then she
came and - well, the carpet was soiled. She breathed out a long sigh and
sat on the bed.
That's when she saw me.
"Who were you thinking about?" I asked.
"David Bowie fucking Iggy Pop," She said.
"You masturbated in my body?" I asked.
"Didn't you masturbate in mine?"
"I don't even know how to do that!"
"Right. Well, if I wasn't so pissed off, I might give you some tips. But
not now."
I sighed, and said, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Cindy. I was just - "
"No," she said. "No more talking tonight. I took some NQuil and I'm going
to bed. Goodnight."
"Good night," I said.
I helped myself to some NyQuil, too, and then I lay down on the bunk bed.
***
A realm of pure light. White. Whiteness. Pure white. The total absence of
shadow. I was in this place again. The three figures were once again
there in the distance and I now had the pleasure of knowing they were my
friends - who were about to observe Cindy and I get it on.
Cindy was once again standing in front of me, completely naked. Except
this time I was looking at my own body. Cindy was as erect as I can get -
which is four inches. About. I could see a devious spark in her eyes.
There was some kind of spark inside of me; too, as I was hornier than I
had been when I made out with Kendra.
"On your knees, boy!" She shouted.
I fell down to my knees.
"Suck. My. Dick!" She said.
I inched closer to her and put my neck down until my vision was full of
my own dick. I licked at the tip awhile, before licking all the way up
and down the shaft. Then I opened my mouth and put as much as I could fit
in; I took one of my hands and started rubbing the part of the shaft not
in my mouth. I started going faster in all of these movements and it
started to feel like I was playing some mad musical instrument.
In, and out...
Rubbing up, and down...
Tongue licking faster...
Faster, faster...
And then Cindy start to let out a scream --
***
I woke up, naked, in the bottom bunk. My heart was pumping and I was once
again in the afterglow of an orgasm. I slid out of bed and looked up at
Cindy, who was picking at her teeth, and trying to spit out something,
though nothing came.
"I've got that taste in my mouth," She said.
"We're back in our bodies again!" I said.
"Thank God."
I put on some cotton shorts and Cindy slipped into her bathrobe and we
both made our way to the living room. Jenna was already there, and it
sounded like Beth and Karen were on their way as well.
"Did it work?" Jenna asked.
"Yeah," Cindy and I said in unison.
"Great!" Jenna said.
"But what are we going to do now?" Beth asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"We've got some cursed bunk beds in our apartment, and frankly, that
makes me uncomfortable. How can we trust anything in our apartment to
work right? What if the fridge teleports us to Venezuela when we open it
one day? We've got to do something," Beth said.
"Let's get out of this lease," Jenna said.
Everyone nodded in agreement. Well, Karen tried to nod. She was pretty
groggy.
"We've got three hours until the real estate office opens up," Jenna
said. "So get ready."
Hopefully we'd just go in, talk to our landlord, and this whole ordeal
would be over with. That would be nice. But probably too nice. I didn't
say it to anyone but I had this funny feeling that things were only going
to get weirder from here on out.
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