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FEAR OF FLYING
By Audrey
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(C) 2018 June 10
All Rights Reserved
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Permission is granted to post this story on any free
archive for transgender or transformation stories, such as Fictionmania.
I REALLY HATE FLYING, I thought to myself.
My name is Kam. I'm 30 years old, and I live in Seattle, Washington. And,
for as long as I could remember, I hated traveling by air. Unfortunately,
I had a job in finance that required me to travel fairly frequently.
While I really struggled with this, I figured that in a way it was a good
thing because it forced me to face my fears. No matter what I tried, I
always felt increasingly anxious every time I had an upcoming flight,
more so with each passing day. I took a little comfort in knowing that I
wasn't alone in my fear of flying, but it was still a challenge every
time.
And so it was that morning as I waited in the airport for my trip to
Tokyo. I felt my usual dread building as the departure time crept closer.
Thankfully, I paid for all the extras with this flight, including a
first-class ticket, hoping they would make it a little less stressful. I
tried to push thoughts of terrible things happening out of my head by
focusing on reading the newspaper, doing the crossword puzzle, checking
the television monitor, and even watching people just pass by.
The announcement came on the public address that my flight was boarding.
I stood up from my seat in the waiting area, showed my boarding pass to
the gate agent, and walked down the jetway and onto the waiting plane.
"Good morning, sir," came a pleasant voice from over my shoulder.
I turned to see a young Japanese woman smiling at me as I walked inside
the plane. She was presumably the flight attendant for the first-class
cabin. She was cute and petite, wearing a crisp, white blouse and a
short, blue skirt. Dark, flowing hair framed her feminine face, and her
brown eyes sparkled with beautiful innocence. On one side of her blouse,
I spotted a name badge that read, "Nami." Looking at her pretty face, I
could feel my anxiety diminish slightly. If she would be around for the
entire flight, I knew everything would be okay.
My words got caught in my throat when I tried to answer her. "Uh, um,
thank you," I managed to say.
"You're welcome," she replied sweetly.
Realizing my awkwardness, I felt the need to apologize to her. "I'm
sorry. I'm just a little nervous about flying," I explained.
"Oh, don't worry, sir. There's nothing to be afraid of." Her voice had a
soothing quality to it. She smiled at me knowingly and gently took my
hand and squeezed it as she motioned me towards my seat.
I put my bag into the overhead bin and settled into my seat, nervously
shifting my weight around as I tried to find the most relaxing position.
Even though I'd splurged for a first-class ticket, my efforts were in
vain as I could never truly get comfortable on a plane. I was just too
fearful of flying. I cinched my seat belt around my waist and tightened
the strap as far as it would go.
After I was seated, Nami turned her attention to the forward door and
continued greeting passengers as they came aboard. I watched her for a
moment. She looked so prim and proper in her flight attendant's uniform,
perfectly relaxed and composed. I secretly wished I knew how she managed
to stay so calm about flying while I was nearly petrified with fear. My
mind wandered to thoughts of what her life might be like, and in a
strange way I actually found myself envying her.
Once all the passengers boarded the plane, Nami returned to my seat with
a drink in her hand. She passed it to me with a cocktail napkin and
explained, "Here you go, sir. Try this, I think you'll enjoy it. It'll
help you with your anxiety."
I took the drink from her and managed a meek "thank you." I was no
stranger to having a drink before flying, hopeful that it would take the
edge off my nervousness. But I never really found it helpful. However, I
didn't want to be rude by rejecting it.
The drink she prepared for me was definitely unusual, both the sight and
smell of it. In the clear plastic cup, the drink's pale purple color was
obvious. It almost looked like diluted grape soda. Despite this, I found
it oddly appealing. I brought the cup up to my face and inhaled. A
pleasant, sweet smell filled my nose, not unlike perfume. I wasn't sure
what to make of the drink, but it piqued my curiosity, and I felt
compelled to try it. After all, what's the worst that could happen?
I brought the drink to my lips and took a small amount into my mouth. It
was definitely sweet, but not cloyingly so. There were several flavors in
the drink too, like flowers and spices, but I couldn't quite place them.
I savored the complexity of the drink, contemplating it almost like a
fine wine before finally swallowing it. Even though I had no idea what
I'd just tried, I knew it I wanted to finish it. I took bigger and bigger
sips each time, enjoying the unusual small and taste more and more as I
went. Before I knew it, I drank the entire thing.
Nami came back to check on me after the safety demonstration. I passed
the empty cup to her. She took it from me and asked, "How did you like
it?"
"Oh, it was really good! Very unique. What was in it?" I inquired.
"It's just a little secret of mine," she said coyly. "Now, just try to
relax, we're about to be underway." She walked away to take her spot in
the jump seat in preparation for takeoff.
A moment later, the engines powered up to full throttle and the plane
hurtled down the runway. The momentum pushed me back into my seat. For
some reason though, I did actually feel a little relaxed. Normally, I
would be clenching the armrests tightly during takeoff. But now, my hands
were neatly folded in my lap. I brought my hands together, finding that
my skin somehow seemed softer and smoother. They also appeared smaller
than they had been before, and I could swear that my complexion had
changed slightly. It could have been the drink changing my perception,
but I just shrugged it off. It was all probably just my imagination. I
settled into my seat a bit more, finding it roomier than it had when I
sat down earlier.
While the plane continued its ascent, I subconsciously raised my heels
along with the motion of the plane. I hardly realized I was doing it, it
felt so natural to have my toes on the floor but my heels up. I looked
down to my feet and saw I was wearing a pair of shiny, black pumps. I
admired them for a moment, thinking they looked perfect on me. Then, a
slight tingling sensation brought my attention up to my legs. I watched
as my pants fused together and formed a straight skirt around my legs,
exposing them to just above my knees. I felt a cold shiver for a brief
moment, but it quickly melted into a warm fuzzy feeling when I realized
that I wore nylons under my skirt. The combination felt safe and
reassuring. My relaxation deepened, and I involuntarily arched my back,
moving my hips and waist into a more comfortable position.
As the plane kept climbing, I sighed and closed my eyes, my mind focusing
only on my breath. I took several slow, deep breaths, my chest rising and
falling with each one. My clothing seemed cooler and lighter against my
body. As my breathing deepened, I felt a gentle swell underneath my
blouse. I instinctively held my chest forward, and I quivered all over
from where my skin tickled the fabric. I shuddered along with the
sensations as they followed the curves up and down my body. My whole
being was calm and peaceful. While I basked in the glow of my own
tranquility, my face softened and my lips broadened into a wide smile.
The plane leveled off as it reached its cruising altitude. The overhead
chime sounded, indicating that the seat belt sign had been turned off. I
felt so renewed and refreshed. I had no idea how much time had passed,
but whatever that drink was, it sure worked. I felt no anxiety at all! In
fact, I had never felt better. My eyes fluttered open, and I felt like a
completely new person. I shook my head gently, causing my black hair to
cascade over my narrow shoulders in soft waves.
"Kami?"
Nami's voice brought me back to awareness. I looked at her and then down
at myself, realizing that I was dressed in a uniform exactly like hers.
Then it dawned on me - I was at work, and I should be up there helping
her!
"Yes, Nami!" I replied with a sweet, girlish voice. I stood up, smoothing
out my skirt and finding my balance on my heels, and walked over to join
her in the galley. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a small mirror
attached to one of the cabinets. I saw a young Japanese woman looking
back at me, and I knew she was me.
I looked over to Nami. She was beaming at me. "See, I told you there's
nothing to be afraid of, Kami," she whispered in my ear.
It was true - I wasn't afraid. How could I be? I was a flight attendant,
just like she was.
I smiled along with her. "You're right, Nami. I'm truly a lucky girl to
work with someone like you."
**END**
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