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Bunk Beds -- Chapter 6:
By Isis Eris
Beth and I ended up going to a thrift store since the mall is so
expensive and it's not like either of us have much money, anyway. I do
have a slight interest in fashion, and Beth and I would often go shopping
together, even back in our high school days. It was a little different
this time, though, in that I was in the five foot-ten body of Karen, with
my long blond hair going down my back. So this time I could try on
clothes, too.
Which presented me with a conundrum: What kind of look was I going for?
At first I thought that maybe I'd try to find some cheap clothes to give
to Karen as a gift - but then I remembered how basic Karen's style is.
Her closet is basically just a bunch of sweats and athletic stuff, save
for a few dressy clothes she has to wear on occasion. So while I could do
that, it would be boring, and I didn't think Karen would really care all
that much in the end.
So I figured that I'd pick out an outfit that I'd wear if Karen's body
was really my own body, or heaven forbid I got stuck in it forever. You
know, something that's 'me', if this were me. I found this awesome skirt
that went a little past my knees that's pretty much the most I've ever
liked an article of clothing, ever. It's got a dark blue base, but it's
got all of these light blue/silvery mystic lines running all over it. I
found a top to go with it that's kind of a modern-hippy look.
"Does it fit?" Beth asked from the next changing stall.
"Yeah, and it looks great!" I said.
"Oh, come here and let me see!"
I walked out of my changing room and opened the door to Beth's and got
the shock of my life. She was standing in her black panties and her black
bra. She was looking away, fussing with a shirt, so I got a perfect look
at her figure. The clothes she wears must be extra thick to downplay her
curves because I had thought she was a little heavier than she really
was. Her figure was perfect to me - top heavy with wide hips.
Beth looked up from the shirt she was looking at and smiled. "Hey, you're
right! It does look great!"
She took a few steps forward and bent over to look at my skirt, and I got
a good look down at the vista of her breasts, since I was so much taller
than her in this body. I started to blush, both my nipples popped up
erect, and the waterworks turned on. I got wet, I mean. Here I was
standing with the most beautiful girl in the world and she was in her
underwear.
"You have such a free-spirited style," she said. "Your boy clothes are
always so restrained and boring in comparison to this."
"Thank you," I said.
She looked at the clothes she had gathered. "None of what I picked up
worked out. I was thinking that maybe I dress too prudish, like Cindy
says. So I was going to try some clothes that showed a little skin, but
it's no use. I can't just show 'a little' skin in anything; If I actually
fit into anything, everything shows."
It was like she wasn't aware she was talking to me in her underwear, and
this was just any other random casual conversation.
"I like how you usually dress," I said, managing to maintain my regular
voice and tone. "And maybe you'll find something you do feel comfortable
in a little later."
Beth smiled brightly and hugged me. "Thanks, Loren. I've got to finish
getting changed. I think I'm done here, though."
"I think I'm going to get this skirt, but I'm ready to go, too," I said,
and walked back to my changing room.
Once the door was closed I sat down on the little bench and tried to stop
my head from swimming. I know how shy she can be about her body and
sexual things in general, but her behavior here was completely different.
She feels comfortable around me, I realized. My heart leaped before my
stomach plunged. But if she feels that comfortable around me that means
that she sees me in a completely non-sexualized way. Although she always
tries to soothe my male ego and say I'm not 'one of the girls', she
really does just see me as another one of her girlfriends.
And if she sees me as a girlfriend, how can I ever be her boyfriend? God
damn, I can be so oblivious. I looked into the mirror and saw the
reflection of someone in Karen's body, but someone was not quite Karen
and not quite me. I do have breasts and a vagina right now, and even if I
were to tape my breasts down I'd still have a feminine face. No wonder
she sees me as a girl - right now, I am one. How could a girlfriend deal
with the fact that every few days her boyfriend doesn't have a penis and
is in somebody else's' body?
But what if it went back further than this? Had she always seen me as a
girl, even before this ordeal with the bunk beds? It's true that that I'm
not terribly masculine in any of the traditional ways. I had just thought
that Beth was a sweet person, and that she accepted me for who I was,
even if I was a little out of the normal. But if she truly saw me as a
girl, it would be easy to accept all of the feminine parts of my
personality. Hell, she probably thinks I'm gay. After all, how many guys
in highs school enjoy going clothes shopping with their female friends?
And why? Why was I like this, anyway? Why was I so different - why was I
so feminine? I've always just accepted it as being a part of myself, but
I'd never stopped to ask why, or what it meant.
Because when you answer a question you get an answer, and when you get an
answer you can never get rid of it. I felt like I was standing over an
edge, a big cliff, and I was looking down - the answer was at the bottom
of the cliff, and the only way to it was to go straight down. What was
the answer? In my mind, I closed my eyes, and I took a deep breath, ready
to take that metaphorical jump -
"Loren, you're crying," Beth said.
I guess I hadn't locked the changing room door, and she had let herself
in. She closed the door, and sat down next to me. It's true; I was
sobbing softly to myself.
"I knew that this was probably harder for you than you were letting on,"
she said. "It must be so weird for you. I promise that I'll be there for
you, though, and that if you ever need to talk about anything, I'm here
for you."
"Thanks," I said, drying my eyes.
We stayed together in that embrace for a little while. It was the closest
I had ever been to Beth either emotionally, or physically. I loved it,
but I also knew it was a moment that had to end.
"Umm, do girls usually share the same changing stall?" I asked finally.
"No," Beth laughed. "I'll go wait by the check-out before we get mistaken
for a lesbian couple."
She left and I changed back into what I had been wearing before. I did
end up buying the skirt - and the lady at the counter told me I had great
taste and gave me an approving smile. Beth was standing by the exit, as
she hadn't found anything.
"Hey, want to go get some ice cream?" Beth asked. "I'll pay."
"Sure," I said.
***
The ice cream was fine, but I found I was still in a melancholy and
contemplative mood. It was really sweet of Beth to pay for the treat, as
I knew she was just trying to cheer me up, even though she didn't know
the real reason why I was upset.
We talked, and we smiled, and we laughed, but I was mostly lost in my own
thoughts. I started wondering, where did I go wrong with my relationship
with Beth? Should I have told her my feelings back when we were in high
school? At the time, I didn't want to ruin our friendship - or was that
just an excuse I made at the time because I was afraid? It was obvious
that she cared for me deeply, but I never really interpreted any of her
words or actions as flirty; Beth was almost asexual as far as I could
tell.
If I had tried to tell her, then I might have ruined the friendship, and
I might be homeless right now as I doubt she'd want me as a roommate.
Although, I guess that means I also wouldn't be regularly sleeping in
some kind of cursed bunk bed. But by never saying anything, I just sort
of dug a hole that got deeper and deeper with each passing day.
It's not like I'm one of those 'nice guys' on the internet that complain
about being friend-zoned; it's not like I was just being nice to her so
that one far away day she'd have sex with me. Her friendship helped me
get through high school and I'm thankful for that. But still, I do have
this deeper longing, and my feelings are deeper than friendship.
If I had told her back when I first felt those deeper feelings, would
anything be different? Would I have had a chance to be her boyfriend? Or
I was I always doomed to be her platonic girlfriend? Maybe she formed her
opinion of me as feminine back when we first met.
"You're somewhere else," Beth said to me.
"Oh, sorry," I said.
"Come on," she said. "Surely it's not that bad being a girl?"
"No, of course not. It's just...different."
"Hmm," Beth said. "I talked with Cindy, privately. She told me that she
felt 'a general feeling of wrongness' while in your body and that feeling
went away when she switched back to her body. That feeling made her
anxious while she was a guy."
"Interesting," I said.
"I'm going to try to talk to Karen after you two switch back and see if
she experienced anything similar."
"That's a good plan."
"Did you...do you feel anything like that?"
"Like what?"
"A 'general feeling of wrongness', that makes you anxious."
"Well," I said and thought about it. "I think I've felt that before, but
it wasn't when I was in Cindy's body, or this one."
"Really?" Beth asked.
"Yeah. Why?"
"I expected the feeling to be universal for people who were put into the
bodies of the opposite sexes."
I shrugged. "I wouldn't really know."
"And I'll never get enough people to make a statistically sound study to
test that theory, alas."
I laughed pretty hard at that.
"We've got the bunk beds. Just put out an ad on Craigslist asking for
volunteers for a scientific study," I said.
"But we'll need a control group of people who only transfer into the same
sex so that we can determine if the discomfort comes from being a
different sex, or just the body. Or both." She paused. "Hey, let's rent
'Being John Malkovich!'"
"No!" I said, laughing. "No body-swapping movies!"
***
When we returned to the apartment, we were greeted by the sight of Cindy
lying topless on the couch. A blanket was lazily thrown across her mid-
section and her flat chest was rising up and down in deep breathes - her
nipples were mountains pointing to the sky. Her long blue hair was
flowing off to the side, falling off the couch and onto the floor.
"Cindy, are you okay?" Beth asked, trying not to look.
"I'm better than okay; I've experienced transcendence," Cindy said.
"Are you on drugs?" I asked only half-jokingly.
"No," she said, "I've had a religious experience. A magical penis showed
me the light."
My eyes narrowed. "Magical penis?"
"Yes," she said.
"Where's Karen?" I asked.
Without waiting for an answer I walked down the hall to Karen's door and
grabbed the handle - but it was locked. I jiggled the knob and banged on
the door with an angry fist.
"Karen!" I barked in her voice. "Karen! Did you fuck Cindy?"
"Hold on a second," I heard my own voice answer back.
There was a good deal of rustling in the room, and the whispers of
voices. I hadn't noticed, but Beth had joined me and was standing at my
side, looking concerned. Finally, the door opened, and I saw my own body
wearing nothing but a pair of panties that concealed a massive bulge.
There were actually small tears forming as the little fabric was
stretched to its limits. There, sitting, on the side of the bed, was
Jenna, cloaked in a blanket.
"What's the matter? Did something happen?" Karen asked.
"You fucked Cindy in my body!"
"Yeah."
"You fucked Cindy in my body and I have a feeling you were either just
fucking Jenna, or about to start!"
"Whoa, Loren, calm down here..."
"Didn't we agree to a few rules? Not to ruin each other's reputations?
Didn't we?"
"Your reputation's fine. Greg thinks you're a cool guy, and neither Cindy
nor Jenna thinks any differently of you." Karen stopped, and then turned
to Jenna. "Do you think any differently of Loren?"
I had almost forgotten about Greg - the guy she ran off with at the gym.
"No," Jenna said. "I was mostly interested in the magic penis. And I'm
aware this is Karen I'm with - and - we're just helping each other out.
Needs, and stuff."
I stood speechless. Did nobody see this as a violation of my body?
"What about your boyfriend, Jenna? What would he think if he heard about
this?"
Jenna sighed, and let the blanket fall to the ground. She stood up and
turned around - though not before I got a sight of the largest breasts I
had ever seen. They sagged just a little with all that weight, but they
were wonderful.
"For one thing, he would never hear of this," she said.
While talking to me I saw her slide a pair of panties up her legs and
then start put on some faded jeans that hugged her curves. She turned
back around to face me, and once more her breasts were in view.
"Second, my boyfriend and I are technically in an open relationship," She
said. "Which is not something I usually broadcast to people. But if it
really upsets you this much, we'll stop. We hadn't gotten to the main
event yet, anyway."
She had now put on a low-cut tank top and was more or less dressed.
"But it's going to leave me a little frustrated," Jenna said, and left
for her own room.
"Fuck! Now how am I going to get off?" Karen asked.
Her hand - my hand - absently mindedly dropped to her erect nine inch
cock and started to massage it gently.
"Get ahold of yourself!" I said moments before catching the innuendo.
"Listen," She said, still caressing her massive cock. "I think when your
body got changed, more than just your dick changed. It made your body
crave sex."
"The Bunk Beds can change our personality?" I asked in horror.
Beth said,"Actually,I think it's still a physical change, just a hormonal
one. A huge increase in testosterone could put your sex drive into
hyperdrive,"
Karen nodded. "Yeah, in my fantasy, the guy always had this dick that
would just never quit. And you know, this was fun at first. But this is
killing me! You really gotta get me back in my body."
Her breathing became more labored and she said, "Come back later tonight
and we'll switch," and shut the door.
***
I was hanging out in Beth's bedroom, lying on her bed, while she sat in
the chair by her desk. I was stuck in that silent kind of anger where you
can't find the words for anything so the rage just slushes around as you
simmer.
"I don't see you any differently," Beth said.
Even though I'm in Karen's body?
"So you're siding with them?" I asked.
"No - I just wanted you to know that. I think we need to make a new rule
- no sex between roommates."
Though that would mean Beth and I couldn't have sex. But I suppose I
already figured out that Beth would never be mine, anyway.
"I'd support that rule," I said.
Eventually it got late and I headed back to Karen's room. It's kind of
funny, society always stereotypes girls as being neat and clean, but I
guess Karen never got the memo. Most of her clothes were scattered about
the floor in little piles. I changed into a pair of pajama bottoms and a
tank top that were some of the few items still hanging in the closet.
Karen was in the room, but I didn't say hi, and I didn't feel modest
changing in front of her - after all, it was her body.
"I hope things haven't changed between us," Karen said.
"I think they have," I said.
I saw my own face react with guilt and sadness.
"We can probably work things out, but things have changed."
"Yeah. I'm sorry about Cindy and Jenna. I needed relief, and I guess that
overrode my common sense and stuff."
"You were thinking with your dick," I said.
"Yeah," Karen said. "How was your time in my body?"
"It felt pretty cool to be all athletic and in shape. My body felt
powerful, in a way."
"Thanks. Was my fan there?"
"Yes," I said. "I was trying to get away from her, but she sort of
seduced me, and fingered me."
"That'll make her happy," Karen said. "I've considered giving her a pity
fuck before, but I'm just not into girls."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"No. I've told you before, a body is just a piece of meat and muscles and
blood. It's a machine that did what it was designed to do, even if
somebody else was controlling it." She stopped. "I know you feel
differently about that. That's fine."
I got into the bottom bunk and pulled the blanket up to my neck. Her
pillows were really hard and stiff, but I wanted this day to be over with
so badly that I nixed the idea of getting pillows from another roommate.
Karen took off all her clothed and tossed them on the floor, then got
into the top bunk.
"I will say, though, that I never realized how much of 'me' my body is.
No offense, but being in your body felt wrong - so did having a dick. I
guess even if my body is just a bunch of meat and stuff, it's my body,
and I'm 'less myself' without it. You know what I mean?"
Yeah. I knew what she was getting at.That connection between your mind
and your body that forms that you build up from the day you're born until
the day you die; that connection that you never think will be broken.
"Good night, Karen," I said.
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