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Bunk Beds - Chapter 13
Isis Eris
CHARACTER LIST:
Loren: 5'6, longish dark hair. Small A-cup naturally. Currently
questioning gender identity.
Cindy: 5'2. Asian. A-cup. Hair that goes halfway down her back dyed blue.
Rebellious, but self-conscious.
Karen: 5'10, athletic build. B-cup. Long blonde hair sometimes kept
inponytail. Pragmatic.
Jenna: 5'6. Perfect hourglass figure. DD cup breasts. Optimistic, detail-
oriented, and logical.
Beth: 5'4. Top-heavy, a few pounds extra. The nerdy apple of Loren's eye.
Dark Gale: Eccentric goth girl interested in the paranormal.
Landlady Dee: Dark skinned. Taller than Loren's male body. Cold and
foreboding personality.
Zeena: 5'8: Fire magic user. Doesn't actually appear in this story. Did
you notice how long she had been in the cast list?
PREVIOUSLY ON BUNK BEDS: Loren and Jenna switched bodies. However, she
edited Loren's body to look a taller and more masculine version of Loren.
This sets off some major gender dysphoria for her and the usually
studious roommate breaks down. Loren tries to console Jenna and in the
process admits that her gender identity is probably female at heart.
Loren takes on the leadership role and sends the other roommates out to
gather dirt on the land lady - specifically if she's violating any
building codes. Loren stays with Jenna and the two have rather tepid sex.
Jenna finds out the birthday party she was invited to has been moved up a
day which means Loren will have to go in her body.
Chapter 13:
So we got up and I went through a long beautification process. I could
clean myself up nice enough to go out into the world looking presentable
as a young woman but not a young woman out on the town. And especially
not Jenna out on the town - she was always a sight. Sometimes I felt like
a car getting waxed and buffed, and sometimes I felt like a gemstone
getting the finest polishing job. But it took time. Lots of time.
"You know I'm not a party girl, and neither are my friends, so you'll
probably be okay, socially," Jenna said to me while she was working on my
hair. "Just try to keep the more cultured and dignified side of yourself
front and center."
"Cultured," I said. I can definitely be cultured.
"And I don't mean pop-culture," she said. "Remember that you're being me.
I don't watch any sci-fi or play video games."
Shit. Still...I mean, I must not be hopeless. Beth likes my company and
Jenna seems confident enough in my social skills.
"Did you drink much in your regular body?" She asked.
"Not much," I said.
"Good. I'm not the sort to lose my lady-like composure. And I'm a real
lightweight, so be warned."
"Yeah, I'm a lightweight too," I said, recalling the few times I drank.
"Oh, and remember, your fake ID is one of my sister's. So your name is
Leanne. Tell the bouncer you go by Lea with a flirty wink if you want
points for style."
It's weird how casually college students have fake IDs. At least, it is
to me.
"Who am I going to be hanging out with? Have I met them?" I asked.
"No. I suppose I'll have to fill you in on the details."
Then I was suddenly thrust into the role of an intelligence officer or a
super spy. I listened to Jenna list off facts and stories about the three
friends I'd encounter that night and silently composed a dossier in my
head:
Sophie:
A thin brunette of average height. She often uses make-up to compensate
for her body which she feels is too devoid of curves. She was a senior in
high school when she met Jenna on the tennis team - Jenna had been a
sophomore. They were both B or C listers, talent wise, but were
completely devoted to the team and improving themselves. Stayed in touch
after Sophie went to college
Jean:
Tall and average build. Met Jenna in a general-ed psychology class. She
thinks about everything before she says anything, which means she often
ends up being quiet. They kept up on Facebook but ended up meeting again
when they both had student jobs in the same department. Overly polite and
probably won't show any indication she's been offended or angered.
Esmerelda ("Ezzie"):
Average build but on the shorter side of people. Not terribly clos with
Jenna; they met at work. Jenna and Trixie lived on the same hallway in
their dorm in their freshman year. She plays two or three musical
instruments with the saxophone being the only one Jenna definitely
remembers.
"I think I got it," I said, after listening to all of her stories.
She stood back and admired her work. I looked absolutely stunning,
naturally.
"You'd better. This isn't like going to class as Cindy or to the gym with
Karen. I won't be there in person to bail you out, so if you get into a
jam you're on your own. You can text me...but I don't text when I'm with my
friends. So you'll have to find somewhere private."
"Okay," I said.
Jenna looked hesitant.
"What is it?"
"I know we said we weren't going to talk about this, but..."
Oh. Right. That weird sex we just had.
"...I didn't think I was into girls before and now I'm positive. I don't
think it would matter if I was in my own body or if I was having sex with
someone who wasn't a carbon copy of me," Jenna said.
Beth seemed to be okay with having six with her own mirror image. Perhaps
that more to do with the fact of who was in the body at the time...
"I confirmed I'm not into guys. Being penetrated is kind of novel, but I
don't think I need a repeat of it. Though I suppose there probably will
be one in the dream world," I said.
Jenna groaned.
***
By the time Jenna was done working her magic I looked like I could go to
prom. So I sat down to watch some TV - mostly because I wanted to keep my
movement down to a minimum before I screwed up my appearance. There was
a first season episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation on and I thought
it would help me relax since it was so boring. I was afraid that if I
moved I'd screw something up.
There was a knock at the door. I glanced around to see if Jenna was
around, but she wasn't. I begrudgingly got up to answer the door. To my
surprise, it was Dark Gale. She was wearing a simple black dress and
seemed to be trying to pass through the world of the norms.
"Oh, shit. Looking good, Jenna. Is Loren there?" She asked after eying me
up and down.
"Uh, this is Loren," I said.
Her eyes went wide. "Loren?"
"Yeah. Come in," I said.
I walked back over to the couch and motioned for her to join.
"Sorry about not contacting you earlier. Jenna couldn't handle the
dysphoria of the modified body she ended up in and then it turned out I
had to go to a party on short notice."
"I was curious as to why you were dressed up like that," she laughed.
"And I'm glad you're okay."
She put a hand on mine.
"Did my cleansing have any effect?" She asked me.
"Sort of," I admitted. "It turned the dream world blood red instead of
the usual blinding white. The Land Lady was a little bit annoyed but she
acted as if it were as trivial as adjusting the contrast on a TV."
Dark Gale bolted up.
"Holy shit! That's it!"
She ran to the nearest bedroom - which happened to be Cindy's - and
shouted for everyone to gather there. Of course, that turned out to just
be Jenna and I. After a quick glance at Jenna's cross-dressed male body
she pointed excitedly at the bunk beds.
"I have a theory! Loren's reference to the TV made it all click. I think
that the bunk beds are a transceiver! But instead of sending radio-waves
or Wi-fi it can send souls, minds, and commands from Whoever is running
this show. When it's time to switch bodies the two souls are astral-
projected into the other one. The dream-world is either the - Whoever --
creating a link between your minds to share dreams or the mind is
separate from the soul and y'all get your mind sent there."
Jenna and I blinked. Dark Gale was a little disappointed we weren't more
excited than we were but our heads were spinning.
"What about the bodies? What can make them change?" I asked, finally.
"High level curses triggered by signals sent from the Whoever," she said.
"Can magic do that?" Jenna asked.
"To be honest, I always thought astral projection was bullshit and I
figure there's only a few humans that were ever powerful enough to do a
transformation spell. But if what you tell me is true - and I believe you
- then this is the simplest solution. Well, unless it's alien
technology."
"But that would be indistinguishable from magic, anyway," I said, quoting
a famous sci-fi author.
"Exactly," Dark Gale said, smiling.
Jenna mulled it over.
"Okay, so let's go with that theory. What do we do now?" She asked.
"Jam the signal, of course," Dark Gale said.
"But what if we can't get back into our real bodies?" Jenna asked with
raising anxiety.
"Ah. Yeah. I suppose we should wait until you two swap back before we do
anything."
"Can you do anything?" I asked.
She shrugged. "Beats me; I'll have to think of something. I'll figure
something out, though. Even if it means breaking into the Vatican and
finding the Pope's secret grimoire."
"Thanks," I said, and laughed.
Dark Gale and I embraced.
***
I had just settled onto the couch again. Dark Gale had elected to stay
and watch the early ST:TNG marathon as she didn't have a class until the
evening and didn't really have anywhere else to go for a while. Her
opinion on season one was a lot kinder than mine was.
But before we could get into a conversation about how much Yar added or
didn't add to the show we were interrupted by the opening of the front
door. Cindy, Karen, and Beth each looked to be exhausted sat down at our
dinner table. They each had a clipboard with some papers attached. Jenna
came out from her room and Dark Gale and I joined everyone at the table.
"Oh boy, this is exciting. Do I get to be the Sixth Ranger in your little
group?" she asked.
Jenna stood at the front of the table and put her hands on her hips. Or
at least, at her sides - her current male body didn't have any hips to
speak of.
"So, let's hear it. What do you have to report?"
"It seems like Proteus Real Estate does a pretty solid job," Beth said.
"We got lists of minor gripes and complaints. Some of them are
technically off-code, though."
"People weren't angry," Karen said. "They were more interested in in
getting money from a settlement."
"I was angry," Cindy said. "Somebody asked if I was selling girl scout
cookies! The fuck? I'm 19!"
I knew better than to laugh, but Karen did. Cindy merely scowled in
response.
Jenna was rustling through the papers my roommates had collected.
"Are you feeling better?" Beth asked.
Jenna looked up. "Hmm? Yes. You guys have been a great support. Thank you
so much."
"And is Loren going out clubbing tonight?" Cindy asked.
"Kinda," I said.
I explained the situation to my roommates who had missed out on this
development. All of us had reached a point in our life where that sort of
conversation was no longer considered to be strange.
"I'm sure you'll do fine," Beth said.
"I give her a 50/50 chance," Cindy said. "She actually has to impersonate
Jenna this time. It's not like she got possession of the memories when
they switched bodies."
I was the only person who noticed it. The conversation went on as if it
hadn't happened, but it had, and it hit me hard. Cindy actually referred
to me using female pronouns. She didn't even have to think about it - it
just happened, naturally. It was quite wonderful.
"Loren? You still there?" Cindy asked.
"Yeah. It's just, you just used the female pronouns with me," I said.
"Did I?" Cindy asked. "I've probably done that before teasingly. But
that's what you want now, isn't it?"
"Yes," I said. "Please use female pronouns for me. Even when I'm in my
usual body."
There was a murmur of agreement. And that was it. It was just a moment
and yet it was a huge milestone for my life. This was it - I was a 'she'
and a 'her' now.
***
All my roommates - and Dark Gale - wished me luck as I got into my old
truck. Jen was to be my driver for the evening and would also be the
person to pick me up at the end of the night.
"You met this person on a sports team. Who, what sport, and what year was
I in?"
"Sophie, tennis, and," I said, concentrating, "your sophomore year. My
sophomore year."
"Where did you meet Ezzie?"
"The dorms, freshman year."
"Where did you meet Jean?"
"Work."
"No - you met her in high school," Jenna said.
"Oh, shoot. You're right."
Jenna grunted with annoyance. "I get that to err is human, but please
don't make any mistakes. I'm pretty fond of my little life."
We drove up to a sporty little bar called Home Base. There were lots of
college age people going in and they all were dressed pretty fancy. Well,
fancy when you consider I usually only wear like a t-shirt and a hoodie
if it's cold. Tonight, though, I was in 'going out clothes' like the
other girls. Thank God it wasn't winter - the girls in this part of the
country go out in revealing dresses even when it's near or below
freezing. I'd hope Jen wouldn't do that, but if she did, I'd be freezing
my tits off. Her tits off?
"Good luck, Loren," She said as I got out of the truck.
There wasn't much of a line to get in just yet. There were three or four
people in front of me showing a bored thirty-year old guy their IDs.
Between puffs of his cigarette he checked the IDs without much interest.
I handed him mine.
"My name's Lea," I said with a wink.
He looked down at the ID, and then up at me. "Go on."
He gave me a neon orange wristband. Entering the bar, I was assaulted
with loud pop music and the drone of people talking. I scanned the crowd,
looking for the people I was here to see on my undercover mission.
I decided I had to get into character. I was Jen now. Jen was kind,
smart, and passionate about life. And way more social than I usually was.
Cultured. Sophisticated. Not Loren.
Then I found the birthday girl, Sophia. She was in a long black empire
waist dress that flattered her rectangular body type. Upon seeing me,
she waved, smiled, and motioned me over to her booth. I could see that
Jean, Ezzie, and a fourth girl were already seated. The mystery girl was
about the same height as me and had red hair with glasses.
Before sitting down I gave Sophia an extra big hug.
"Hello Jean, Ezzie, and --," I said, before faltering.
"Okay, first round's on the birthday girl. Don't worry - my grands gave
me a bunch of cash! Let's get a waitress over here."
I ended up ordering Sangria, which was my favorite drink, anyway. Well -
of like the three I've had, anyway. I noticed that the fourth girl
responded to the name Whitney. She hadn't been in Jen's briefing and I
hoped that the two of us weren't supposed to be terribly close.
After we got our drinks we all gave a cheer. Was Jenna secretly a "woo"
girl on weekends?
"Here's to tonight," Whitney said. "Our dear Sophia is a year older and
we're all young, single, and gorgeous."
We managed a group glass-bump that didn't spill much. I realized that
Whitney must not know Jen very well.
"Actually, I'm not single," I said.
Sophia turned and gave a stern glare to Whitney.
"I'm still dating Jason," I said.
Our group got quitter. Had I broken some girl code by stating that I
wasn't single?
"Have you checked Facebook lately?" Jean asked, tentatively.
"No. Why?"
"It says he's in a relationship with Annika since last week," she said,
frowning.
"Well, we're in an open relationship," I said, which was also true.
Sophia put her hand on mine. "Jenna, we've been over this. That was just
his way of letting you down gently. He's over you. As far as he's
concerned he's in a monogamous relationship with that Annika chick. I
don't think it's as complicated as your 'it's complicated' status
implies. You've got to move on."
"It's cool. She's looking great tonight. I bet she could get laid, easy,
if she wanted," Ezzie said.
I sat and drank my Sangria in confusion amongst murmurs about me being in
denial. Could it be that Jenna hadn't told me the full truth about her
relationship? Had things between her and Jason fallen apart? I hadn't
noticed any change in her behavior other than the dysphoria when she was
in a male body. Besides dealing with the nightmare of body-switching
bunkbeds had Jenna also been dealing with a major break-up? Poorly?
I wish she had said something; I could have said something to comfort
her. Come to think of it, all of my friends had been suffering from
something on their own, hadn't they? Cindy had been passively going along
with a physical relationship with her friend she didn't really want,
Jenna had a break-up, and Beth was coming to terms with her lesbianism.
Hell, I was coming to terms with my gender. I guess Karen was the only
one of us truly keeping their lives together. I suppose her overall
stability is easy to overlook.
But Jenna was the type to always put on a brave face, though, and it
wouldn't do to look like I was brooding. So I tried to get back into the
conversation. All the girls were talking about how their new classes had
been going. Sophia noticed that I was following along with the
conversation and made an entrance for me.
"What about you, Jenna? Any cool new classes this year?"
Jenna had given me a list of her classes but hadn't seemed enthused about
any of them. She'd been pretty busy with other stuff, after all. But I
had attended a class while I was in Cindy's body...
"Yeah, I had this awesome art history class for like a week. I had to
drop it due to scheduling, but I wish I could have made it fit..."
And I went on and told them some of the cool things I had learned.
Jenna's friends, being Jenna's friends, listened, and were interested in
what I had to say. Maybe this wasn't going to be so hard, I decided.
Maybe this was something I could pull off...
***
The next thing I knew, I was bending over a toilet and puking my guts
out. It was the violent sort of puking, exploding its way out of my body
with pain. My hands were on the tiled floor of - well, some bathroom and
somebody was holding my hair back in a ponytail.
"Where am I?" I asked
"Our apartment," a man's voice said.
I spun around, shocked to hear a guy's voice. My vision was blurred and
tilted about as I tried to focus. Who the hell was this?
"It's me, Jenna? Remember?"
Jenna wasn't a guy, though. Or at least usually. That's right! The bunk
beds!
I turned back around as another wave of violent puke-spasm hit me.
"Happy birthday, Jenna," I said.
"It's not my birthday. It was Sophia's," she said, with some patience.
My head really hurt. Like, it super hurt. Really really hurt.
"Is she here?" I asked.
"No," Jenna said. "You went back to her place after the party and then
called me to pick you up."
"How did I do?" I asked, vaguely aware that I had been on some sort of
mission.
"Let me get my phone. Can you sit up on your own?"
"Sure."
It turned out I couldn't, so I haphazardly transitioned onto lying on my
back.
"Personally, I think that you fucked up big time," Jenna said.
What!?
"What!?" I said.
Jenna sighed. "But I guess everybody had a good time, so technically, you
did alright. You just acted way out of character, is all. Why did you
drink so much?"
"I only remember having one drink," I said.
"Clearly, you had a few more than that. And you clearly didn't eat before
we left, either. Which I guess is my fault. I should have made you. How
could you forget that women's bodies get drunker faster than guys?"
"Wait, they can?" I asked.
"Jesus! How could you not know that?"
"I only ever drank with guys. And as a guy," I said.
"Well, my friends loved your drunken antics. Jean loved the story you
told about the magic body-switching bunk-beds and thinks that I should
switch my majors to creative writing. She especially liked the part about
the magic penis that was always ready."
Shit.
"Some girl I don't know named Whitney messaged me and said that she had
heard I was kind of a stick in the mud, and was happy to see that
reputation wasn't true. Ezzie also said that she was glad that I loosened
up and had fun for once. She said that she was in awe of how fearless my
dancing was. Loren, I can't dance."
"I can't either," I said. "Oh God."
"But Sophia was extra happy. She said that her birthday present was the
best she ever had and that she will never forget it. She also hopes that
I'll feel less lonely in the future."
"I didn't - did I have a birthday present for her?"
"You fucked her, Loren."
"No! The last thing I remember was talking about art stuff and - "
"You got stupid wasted, walked back to her place, and she admitted she
was bi-curious to you. You were gone beyond the point of reason, and
offered to let her experiment with you as a birthday gift."
"I was probably just being nice," I said.
I steadied myself onto my knees, propping myself up with one shaky arm.
"I'm sorry, Jen. I didn't - I really didn't mean to do so bad. Badly.
Poor. Poorly."
She leaned against the bathroom wall and folded her arms, sighing.
"And I'm sorry. I didn't know how much the break-up with Jason hurt you."
"What?"
"You didn't say - tell us anything about it. I didn't know. If I had
known, I would have done something. To help you. And wouldn't have let
you be all leader-y all the time. So you could take a break, and stuff."
"We're not broken up. We're in an open relationship," she said, her voice
starting to crack.
"He's dating some chick named Annabelle. Or something."
"What? He's dating someone already? But we were so in love!"
"Clearly, he wasn't. And you deserve someone better. Someone that sees
you as the superwoman that Oh God it's happening - "
Jenna managed to position me above the toilet before things got messier
than need be. I wiped my face on my sleeve and tried to continue where I
had left off.
"Someone that sees you as the super girl that you are. You're amazing
Jen. You really are. I love you, Jen. And I'm not hitting on you. I think
I'm half-dating Beth now. Or something. It's complicated. But I Love you
Jen and I'm here for you."
She broke down into a cry and hugged me before abruptly breaking contact
with me.
"God, you smell AWFUL. Like sex and booze."
***
The white void again. I guess I must've fallen asleep. I wonder if I made
it the bed on my own or if Jenna had to help me? Regardless, my nipples
were hard as fuck, and my nether regions were wet and ready. Jenna stood
in front of me in her masculine body which looked like my hypothetical
older brother. He was taller than me and I had to look up at him.
"Okay, every guy I've been with has requested one of these, so I have to
know how they feel. I'd like you to titty fuck me, please," she said.
She proceeded to lay down and the fact there was no solid surface to be
found in the void didn't stop her. Her seven inch dick stood up proudly
in its defiance of gravity and physics. Due to the effects of being in
this dimension, I was forced to obey, and damn, I wanted it. We should've
named this place the Horny Zone. Or something. I'll ask Beth if that's
funny later.
I crawled onto his lap. I let my breasts hang down and held them at the
side, clasping his penis between them. Holding them like this, I had to
lift them up and down. I could feel the friction between his shaft and
the sides of my tits.
It felt nice and I was a little turned on at the sight of my own breasts.
When they moved and jiggled they almost flowed like water -
***
I was still in the void, but a quick check proved that I was back in my
body already. Had Jenna cummed? I hadn't experienced much more than a
little tease of pleasure while in Jenna's body. Clearly, though, she had
enjoyed.
"Wait, we're still here? I thought it ended at climax," Jenna said.
I was startled to find Jenna at my side in all her curvy glory.
"Usually this part is just me -"
"And me," our land lady said, interrupting.
Why did she get to wear clothing in the void? And such dapper clothing at
that?
"I told you that you were running out of time and I wasn't kidding," she
scolded. "So now you're doomed to live out the rest of your boring life
with a two inch dick. A micropenis, as it were. I imagine that will only
make things even more boring for you."
With a flourish, she revealed a glowing cylinder of green energy floating
just above the palm of her hand. In one fast motion she grabbed the
cylinder and crushed it in her hands leaving fumes of smoke trailing out
of her closed fist. I grasped my genitals and howled in pain. I had
physically lost these parts of myself already, but I felt it when their
essence was destroyed.
"You," she said, pointing to Jenna. "It's punishment time. I heard from
tenants that some college kids were asking about apartment code
violations. They wanted to know if I had sanctioned it - I had not. And I
will not allow you to threaten my lively hood here in the mortal realm.
My clients give me fantastic gifts but they don't pay for my groceries or
keep the lights on."
"That was more Loren's idea than mine," Jenna said. "Though I'm not
afraid of you."
The land lady looked shocked. "Really? Perhaps he had a helping hand. But
I still doubt that he's clever enough for a plan like that. He seems more
like a bumbler to me."
In a gesture of great showmanship, she stretched out both her arms. She
placed one palm in front of Jenna and then one in front of me. My breath
was lost as I was pulled up into the air by an unseen force. I cried out
in pain, as if lightning had struck my chest, and then fell down to my
knees.
When the pain had passed I opened my eyes and saw Jenna's breasts hanging
down again. Had she switched our bodies again? I cupped the breasts and
found that my hands were still my own. Standing up, I saw that I was
still in my male body. It's just that Jenna's boobs now adorned my chest.
Jenna screamed.
Apparently, we had traded breasts. The A-cup breasts that probably
shouldn't have developed on my male body were now on hers. Tears streamed
down her face as she frantically felt around for all of her missing
breast tissue - but it was not to be found. She glanced at me, her eyes
open all wide, and gasped.
"This is permanent, by the way," Our land lady said. "This is what you
get when you cross me."
She stepped forward until she was right in my face.
"Listen well, Loren. You've got one more chance. There will only be one
more final transference of bodies. Then, a period of hibernation will
occur. If the next transfer isn't between Beth and I, then the game's
over. You'll never be able to have children and knows? Maybe I'll do
something else terrible, like raise the rent."
***
I woke up in a state of confused ecstasy. Apparently the titty job had
indeed lead to a great orgasm for the receiver. But I shook it off, and
hopped out of bed to check on Jenna. Sure enough, that whole punishment
thing hadn't of been a nightmare - it had been real. Or as real as
anything in the void was. Jenna was crying, holding onto her small
mounds.
"It's like I'm fucking 11 again," she sobbed.
"Oh - Jen," I said. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry that this had to happen to
you. I would give you back your breasts if I could."
My roommates poked in the door.
"Everything okay?" Karen asked.
"No," I said as I turned to face them, exposing my new DD cup breasts. "I
think we may be fucked this time."
My roommates stood in stunned silence as their eyes observed the breast
fat transfer that had taken place. It was eventually interrupted by Jenna
howling with both emotional and physical pain.
"I need to stop crying," Jenna said. "It's going to make this hangover
worse! For fuck's sake, get me some aspirin!"
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