Life as Holly Part 2
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Life as Holly
Nick and Holly wake up as each other and embark on an exploration of
gender, sexuality and identity that will put their relationship to the
test and make them question who they really are
It was a male voice that called him to reality from a nice Saturday
morning dream.
"Nick! Wake up!"
He opened his eyes slowly and turned over in the bed. It took a moment
for the events of the night before to coalesce. He closed his eyes again
and rubbed his face. Something felt off.
He'd been at the bar until closing. Then he'd hopped an expensive Uber
home, leaving his own car parked out back of the Randy Tiger. It had
seemed like the responsible thing to do at the time. However, Holly
didn't see it that way when he got home. She asked how much the Uber had
been and the $50.00 fare made her see red. Just the day before he'd been
complaining about her spending too much at the supermarket, and here he
was pissing it all away at the bar.
They'd argued, he remembered that much. After that the night was a black
hole.
But although he rubbing his closed eyelids like a man with a clanging
headache, Nick realised that he actually felt... just fine.
But who was that in the room?
He opened his eyes and for a moment he thought it was his brother.
"James? What are you -"
He stopped mid-word. It wasn't his younger brother standing at the foot
of the bed. It was himself. Nick Parker was standing shirtless, red-eyed
and unshaven in his own bedroom, staring at him in disbelief. And that
wasn't his voice coming out of his mouth, either.
"Nick - what the hell is going on," said his doppelg?nger, in his own low
voice.
Nick looked down at himself. The first thing he noticed was that he was
wearing just what Holly had worn to bed. A silk lace cami. What's more
was that his body looked perfectly suited to it.
A pair of breasts that looked suspiciously like Holly's filled out the
cami nicely, while the thighs sticking out of the bottom were as hairless
as hers. They were hers.
He yelped in surprise, a sound that now sounded about an octave higher
than he was used to.
"Holly?" he asked her in his new voice.
She sat down on the bed next to him and took his small and smooth hand in
her larger rougher one.
"It's me," she said. "Is that you, Nick?"
Thick strands of her chestnut brown hair were spilling across his vision.
The woman in Nick's body swept them out of the way. "Tell me that's you."
"It's me," he said.
They pulled each other into a frightened hug, but it only made Nick feel
more panicky to be captured in those muscular arms he used to call his
own and to catch a whiff of his old body's masculine scent.
Holly, meanwhile, was just as distraught to find that as she pulled her
old body in for a hug, the feeling of soft hairless skin and the aroma of
her silky hair had a strange kind of effect on her. An unfamiliar
hardening appeared in her underpants.
She moved away from her old body and reached down to feel her erection,
straining against the fabric.
"Oh my god," she said. "That's so weird... It's like it's suddenly become
the focal point of my entire body."
Nick took a deep breath and blew hair out of his face. "It is the focal
point of your body. My body. Whatever."
He reached out for her in slow exploration. She saw his slim fingers move
towards her cock and she took a sharp intake of breath.
"What are you doing?"
"I just wanted to feel it from the outside."
Part of Holly wanted to pull away from this woman who had been her just
the nigh before. But another part of her - a part that was stronger and
more primal - wanted nothing more than for this beautiful creature to
touch her.
Nick caressed her through her underpants, watching the action carefully
like a scientist observing a reaction in a laboratory.
"I'm feeling something, too," he said.
Beneath the cami and beneath the threadbare scrap of soft fabric acting
as his panties, he could feel a warm kind of pulsing. His throat had gone
dry and his nipples were suddenly standing to attention.
"Cold in here, is it?" Holly asked him.
He smirked and covered his breasts with his hands. They felt larger from
this side with her dainty hands. The nipples themselves felt enormous
compared to what he was used to.
"What is this, some kind of dream?" he asked.
"Do you feel like you're dreaming?"
"No. Maybe I'm tripping. Maybe I got spiked at the bar last night."
"Maybe you did, but I'm here too. And it looks like you've lumped me with
your hangover."
Nick realised she was right. While Holly looked like a man having a very
tough morning, with huge bags her bloodshot eyes, he felt like he could
run five miles. And Holly did regularly do that in the morning.
"Oh... babe!" he said. "Shit, I'm sorry. I promise I wouldn't have had
that last tequila shot if I'd known this was going to happen."
"I'm sure," she said, getting to her feet. "Look, we need to figure out
what the hell is going on."
"I know, I know. But first... I kind of need the toilet."
"Come on, I'll show you the ropes," she said. She almost made his old
voice sound maternal.
He got to his legs, amazed at how thin they were and how much smaller he
felt. While his head normally brushed the doorjamb, today he could skip
through with more than a foot to spare.
He went through to the bathroom and Holly instructed him on what to do.
He stared in wonder at the vagina nestled between his girlfriend's
thighs. This was an entirely new angle.
Once he was done she showed him how to take a balled up bunch of toilet
paper and wipe. Then she lead him to the mirror and handed him her
toothbrush.
"You want me to use your one?" he asked her.
"What do you think makes the most sense right now, babe?"
He nodded, and got to work flossing and brushing. It was bizarre staring
into the face of another person while he did this most intimate of work.
It almost made him feel a little dizzy. But another part of him was
confusingly a little bit turned on by it. Holly was beautiful - and here
he was ensconced entirely in her form. He was immersed in her, and she in
him. There was no closer they could get.
"What's the plan?" she asked him as he walked back into the bedroom. She
was laying out items of her clothing on the bed, including a fresh pair
of panties and a bra.
She's going to have to help me with one, Nick thought to himself.
"I don't know, Holly. First - you look like you could use a cup of
coffee."
She nodded miserably. "Please. And some painkillers."
Before grappling with her fashion choices he headed through to the
kitchen, put on the kettle and filled the French press. He could feel the
cold air of the apartment in contact with his vulnerable naked crotch.
Armed with two steaming cups of strong black coffee, he went back into
the bedroom. Holly had put on a button-up shirt and a pair of his nicer
jeans.
"Thanks," she said, taking one of them from him and sitting back on the
edge of the bed, where he joined her. "Oh yeah - I should warn you. You
probably only want to drink about half of that."
"Huh?"
"You know how sensitive I am to caffeine. And the last thing you want is
a migraine in my body."
He nodded thoughtfully, staring at the inky liquid in the mug. There were
so many little details like that that about another person's body. Things
like alcohol tolerance. He wasn't even sure he knew all of her allergies.
Suddenly the surreality washed over him and he felt a bit faint. He set
the mug down on the bedside table and put his head in his hands.
"What the hell are we going to do?"
Holly put a comforting hand on his back. "Don't worry, babe. We'll figure
this out. This can't be the first time something like this has ever
happened. We'll Google it. There'll be some kind of body swap
troubleshooting, I'm sure."
That did actually make him feel a bit better. He noticed how it was her
reassuring him - generally in the past they would play the opposite role.
That thought brought on a fresh wave of panic. Was he thinking like her?
"OK, you're going to need to help me get dressed."
She showed him how to pull on her bra. He waved away the skirt she had
put out but accepted the blouse. Along with this he selected a pair of
jeans that he found himself wiggling into.
She wanted to give him a light coat of makeup but he wasn't having it.
They reached a compromise by him allowing her to run a brush through her
hair. He winced as she pulled too roughly, untangling his shoulder-length
brunette locks.
"Sorry!" Holly said. "It's a lot easier when I'm brushing my own hair."
He took the brush from her and finished the job himself, staring into his
eyes in the mirror. They were her beautiful brown eyes, rimmed by
slightly curled lashes. He took a deep breath.
-
There wasn't much to go on after a cursory Google.
A few websites promised body-switching spells to customers, but they all
looked kind of hokey and low-rent.
A study on hypnotherapy talked about the theoretical benefits of walking
in another's shoes.
"There's not much theoretical about this," Nick grumbled, shifting
uneasily on his rounder behind.
Most of the rest of it was just references to pop culture stuff.
According to Google they could share magic fortune cookies, or argue in
front of a Mayan statue. They could ask a fairground fortune teller for
help or wear a pair of mystical African earrings. There some medallion
spoken about that could be used to change form.
None of it sounded very promising.
"We need to retrace our steps," I said.
"What, from last night? I was here all night. It was you out at the bar.
And now it's me feeling it."
"I know, I said sorry..." I put a hand on the back of her neck and rubbed
it. "Still. What happened after I got home?"
"I asked you not to spend all of our money out drinking with the boys and
on taxis. You said it was either that or crash the car drunk driving."
"Right. Not the best argument I could have made."
"You were in a bit of a state."
Nick grinned sheepishly, and eventually Holly's stoney face broke into a
grin of its own.
"Aw," she said. "How can I stay mad at that face?"
Nick stuck his tongue out at her.
"You need to call James," he said. "He was at the bar with me. He'll
remember if anything weird happened."
"You don't remember?"
"It's hazy. Tequila will do that. Unless..."
"Unless what?"
He put his hand to his chin and furrowed his brow. Nick's thinking pose,
Holly thought to herself. It looks like me doing a brilliant impression
of him.
"I was thinking, maybe you remembered the bar. Like maybe the memories
stayed with the body."
Now it was her turn to furrow her brow. "Nope, I don't think so. I don't
remember going to the bar. I remember being here at home."
She wanted him to call, but he said it would be weird if the apparent
Holly called up her boyfriend's brother and started quizzing him on the
night before.
"Here," he said, tossing her his iPhone. "That's got Face ID anyway so
you should probably hang onto it."
"Same as mine," she said, taking her phone out of her jeans pocket. "Here
you go."
He thumbed through her apps while she spoke to James. Weird. Opening
Twitter, he saw the little icon for the logged-in profile, and it was
Holly's face looking out to him. Using her phone, he would appear as her
to the rest of the world, even online.
He opened her camera and took a selfie, pursing his lips in a duck face.
Then he looked at the photo. A beautiful woman looking like she just woke
up still. It was so strange to look at that photo of his girlfriend and
know that it was actually himself behind those eyes.
The call woke James up - he'd been out late was well. He laughed when the
person he thought was his brother professed to remember very little from
the night before, but said he wasn't surprised.
When Holly asked him if anything weird happened, he was silent for a
moment.
"Nope," he said after a beat. "Nothing really."
"Nothing at all? I just feel kind of... weird today is all. Almost
wondering if I got spiked."
"Bro, who would spike you?"
They laughed together. For James, it was just the regular tradition of
brotherly rapport. For Holly, it was almost overwhelmingly. She'd stepped
into this space of closeness with another person due to a case of
mistaken identity. James was treating her like somebody he'd been very
close to for his entire life. Meanwhile, she'd only known him for around
a year.
There wasn't much to report. James said they'd been chatting with some
girls and James himself had been making out with one of them. Another
girl - a stunning blonde with a pixie cut - had been interested in Nick,
at least enough to keep talking to him while his brother went out for a
smoke with her best friend.
But eventually he'd made the call of telling her he was in a
relationship, and she hadn't taken it well.
"What makes you think I'm trying to get with you? Ego much!"
She was cold to him after that, and when James returned to the table he
found an icy tension that soon spread onto the best friend. Both women
left a little while later.
Holly recounted the story to Nick, who had flickers of recognition
throughout.
"Ah, I remember now. That was weird," he said.
"Not this weird, though," said Holly, motioning to their bodies.
"No."
"I think we need to go back to the bar," she said.
"For what?"
"Well, for one - you left the car there."
-
They caught an Uber outside of the apartment on Nick's phone, which Holly
was holding.
"Nick?" The driver said when they opened the door and slid in the back of
his Prius, the handbag Holly had given him to carry on his lap.
"Ah, yes, that's me," Holly said. Nick slid in behind the man and pulled
the seatbelt to a close. He could feel it press against his breasts. He
noticed the driver's eyes playing on him through the rearview mirror.
He just sees me as Holly, Nick thought to himself. Just another beautiful
woman riding in the backseat.
He shivered. That air con seemed to be pumping. Holly didn't seem to be
having any problems - she was rolling up the sleeves of her button-up
above her elbows. Nick's eyes played on her forearms, hairy, muscular,
sort of squeezing themselves out of their sleeves. He caught himself and
turned to look out the window.
What the hell. I'm perving at my own body.
But looking at the window he caught a glimpse of his own reflection. The
mass of hair that made his silhouette so different.
There's nowhere I can look where I won't be reminded, he thought. Even if
he shut his eyes, Holly's tongue on Holly's teeth reminded him of the
very female casing he had woken up in.
He tried to distract himself by looking through Holly's phone. There was
a message from her best friend, Lauren.
"Sorry, fell asleep! Yeah he was hot but he was kind of boring."
He showed the text to Holly.
She shrugged. "She was telling me about the date she had last night.
Doesn't sound like it went great."
"Do you want to reply?"
She grinned at him. "I'll leave you ladies to your conversation."
"Are you serious?"
"Go on. It's your phone, now - right?"
He didn't know what to say, but eventually settled on something
noncommittal: "Oh no. At least he was hot tho right"
He added a few emojis - smiley faces he would never use in his normal
life.
The phone buzzed with a reply a few moments later.
"He would have been your type."
Nick shivered at this. Then he thought about the forearms a foot to his
right and the effect they'd had on him. Hell, maybe Lauren was right.
Maybe the guy would have been his type.
When the Uber pulled up, Holly leapt out of the car and came around to
Nick's side. She opened the door for him and offered him a hand.
"Oh, thanks..." he said, not sure if the joke was on him or with him.
"How gentlemanly of you."
"Anything for my girl."
Then she took it a little too far for his liking and placed a quick peck
on his cheek. Instead of laughing at her show of macho braggadocio, she
was playing it completely straight. Like they were man and woman, as
opposed to woman and man.
We need to figure out a way out of this, Nick thought to himself.
The bar was closed, but a young woman was out the back, bringing crates
of beer in through the backdoor.
"Hey," Holly said, approaching her. "I was here last night and I think I
left my wallet behind."
She'd come up with the plan in the Uber after realising the bar likely
wouldn't be open yet. If she could get inside and maybe talk to somebody,
maybe she'd find a clue.
Nick wasn't so sure. Now he watched from the hood of his car as his
girlfriend talked to some strange barmaid - and if he was pressed, he'd
have to say it looked like she was flirting from there.
He watched as they vanished together into the bar.
-
"I can look in the lost and found, but I'm pretty sure I didn't see a
wallet in there earlier," Madison said. She also desperately needed a
coffee. Clopening was always a bitch at the Tiger, where you had to do
the till and restock beverage if you were unlucky enough to pull both
shifts.
Now she had this awkward guy coming back in after he'd poured his heart
out to her last night, looking for his wallet - or she suspected, maybe
her number.
"It's like a brown weather wallet, pretty old. I've really been needing
to replace it to be honest," Holly said.
Madison noticed the guy had a kind of upwards inflection at the end of
his sentences. It came off kind of femme. Maybe he hadn't been flirting
after all. Maybe that's why his relationship wasn't working. He'd sounded
masc enough the night before when he'd talked her ear off at the bar.
"Did you see me in here last night?" Holly asked her.
"Um, yeah - we had a bit of a chat. Don't remember."
"Uh - I don't. Maybe you can jog my memory?"
"Sure," she laughed. Holly noticed that the laugh was extremely cute. She
took a seat at a barstool. "You were a bit down in the dumps. And in your
cups. You were worried about your relationship."
-
Holly was short with Nick when she got back to the car. She got in behind
the wheel even though it was his car and started the engine before he
even had time to grab his handbag and get in the passenger seat.
"Jeez!" Nick said. "What's the rush?"
"There's nothing to find out here. Come here later on if you want to find
out anything more. Maybe that girl you offended will be here."
"Who did you talk to?"
"I talked to that girl behind the bar. The one I'm sure you remember from
last night."
He swallowed. He remembered getting a bit emotional with the bartender
somewhere around the end of the evening, but he didn't remember the
specifics. It was something about Holly. But it was all just drunk and
maudlin yammering - he hoped.
"So you're pissed?"
"I'm not pissed." She pulled out onto the road and indicated to the left
- the way home. "Unless you've got any big ideas about how to get out of
this impossible situation, I say we head home. Maybe sleep on it."
He sank back into the seat, looking out the window as they pulled onto
the motorway. What the hell had he said to the girl behind the bar?
When they got home, Holly made some sandwiches and more coffee and they
ate and drank in near silence.
Nick suddenly felt very alone. Now that Holly was mad at him it was like
he was a million miles away from his old identity. At least when they
were a team it was like the old Nick was right there. Now he just felt
like somebody else entirely - not exactly Holly, but like if Nick had
been born a woman who looked just like her.
He curled up in his favourite armchair, marvelling at how large it
suddenly felt, and also how chilly he was on this mild Spring day. He
wrapped himself in a blanket that Holly liked.
He shut his eyes and tried to imagine that he was back in his old form -
buzzcut, five o'clock shadow, Adam's apple, beer gut, penis, hairy
calves.
But even without vision he could feel his hair brushing the back of his
neck. His slender and swan-like neck, leading to his slight shoulders,
holding his prominent clavicle in place. Then there were his breasts,
moving whenever he did. They weren't enormous but they were big enough to
still juggle slightly after he made any sudden moves. Then there was his
flat stomach and his pierced navel - a hangover from Holly's college
years.
Then those smooth and hairless thighs that lead down to her calves, and
her dainty feet at the end of them, his toes still painted a deep red
from the middle of the week when he came home and found Holly painting
them while wearing sheer lingerie in the bedroom.
He went to the bedroom and opened the drawers she kept her clothing in,
sorting through shawls and cotton scarves and cardigans he never would
have been caught dead in back when he was Nick.
There was the lingerie. The bra and the thong were sheer, translucent
enough that he remembered making out the folds of Holly's labia when she
was wearing them just days previously.
He held them up and looked at the light through them. So thin. So small.
It boggled the mind to think that he could fit into them now.
He pressed them to his nose and breathed in. He could smell Holly on
them.
I mean I can smell myself on them.
He was dimly aware that the warmth had returned to his crotch, along with
a faint slipperiness.
Yeah, they smell like me. Because I smell like her.
He pulled a thick handful of his long hair into his face and smelled it.
There was the natural smell of her shampoo - something flowery, maybe
with a hint of lavender or bergamot - but underneath that was the smell
of the hair itself. The faint whiff of oils. The smell of her. And now he
was carrying it around, like the handbag she had thrust into his hands as
they left the house that morning.
The warmth in his nether regions was only growing. He looked at the
lingerie, balled in his hand.
Oh well, he thought to himself. When in Rome.
He slid out of his tight jeans and unbuttoned his blouse, wondering for
the second time that day why the buttons were on the opposite side.
Then he slid out his bra and panties, and pulled the lingerie on. He'd
watched Holly closely that morning and now knew how to fasten a bra.
See, you're learning fast.
The delicate fabric felt really good against his soft skin. He lay back
on the bed and softly stroked his breasts. Then he worked his way down,
passed his navel and down to where he could feel the wetness amassing.
As he was about to reach in and touch his pussy for the first time, Holly
appeared at the bedroom door -and for the second time in the day he was
pulled from his reverie by his own voice.
"Nick, what the hell are you doing!"
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