My creation will change the world.
I called the technology ‘The Jump.’ You tie yourself to the machine and throw your consciousness across space to somewhere else. You leave your body and become another.
I never expected this.
My work was in the early stages of testing, a mystery to everyone in my time. But then I wasn’t in my time anymore.
They’ve taken me to their world.
They’ve taken me to my future, thrusting me into the body of a strange and alluring woman and thrusting me into the middle of their war. Fought on the streets of this bizzare city, in a world filled with technology beyond my greatest imagining and filled with the secrets of my past that I cannot help but seek out.
I have to choose between sides. Between the man who represents order and stability and the one who represents upheaval and change. Between a man who is charismatic but conniving, and one who is forthright but idealistic.
Not just between their causes but between the men themselves. Thrust into all of this and contending with the new desires of this body. This body that speaks to me. That tells me what I need and what I want. That tells me what I crave.
My choice can mean death or life. Not just for myself but for so many more. My choice is tied up in the mystery of a single question.
What kind of person am I?
Do I have the strength to do what is right?
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Our lips connected again and I felt his hands touching me, resting lightly on my hip and then pulling me forward and into him. I pressed against his chest, kneading against it and feeling the firm muscularity of him beneath the layers of fine fabric.
He smelled of sage, a faint aroma of that and something I couldn’t place. Something musky, like the scent of smoke. Something that spoke to me, spoke of a danger that bordered on excitement and meant more to me than he could ever possibly imagine.
I let my hands slip up and around his neck, wrapping around his head and pulling him down to me while I played with his hair. I opened my lips for him and his tongue slipped forward, into my mouth to play against my own.
There was a thrill running through my body, a potent vibration that was just as strong as the one that I had felt during that moment of violence from earlier. Perhaps even more.
It was anticipation, a shimmer and shake that was a prediction of what was to come. Excitement as all of the pent-up potential energy in me was set towards a singular goal.
As his hands slipped around to my back and then down over my ass I felt a long and low ache in me, somewhere deep in my belly in a way that echoed throughout my being. I wanted him and craved him in a real way, more than I had in my old body.
It was like I was experiencing this for the first time. No, it was more like I was experiencing the fullness of it for the very first time.
Like every time I’d done this before now I’d been working with mittens on. With plugs in my ears and a blindfold pressed over my eyes and no real control over myself or my sensations. Everything was heightened and intense. Everything far more immediate and real than it ever had before.
And it didn’t matter who it was with. Nothing mattered but the sensations and my pursuit of them. Nothing mattered to me except my satisfaction and the craving of that.
I needed this. I needed this now.
Breaking for air I pulled back and looked at him. I saw a fire behind his eyes that spoke of cold fury and dangerous intentions. It was a warning sign to me, a signal that I had to proceed with caution or this man would consume me.
Of course, that was all operating under the assumption that I didn’t want him to consume me.
I pressed back to him, pushing my lips against his and feeling the touch of his fingers on my back. I let him move me, spinning me around to pin me against a nearby tree and push me up against it while his lips broke from mine and traced a trail of kisses down my neck. When he reached my collarbone I let out a moan, pressing myself into him and cradling his head in my hands.
His hands moved from my back and slid over my waist. Up and under my shirt they left goosebumps on my skin as they pushed up and found my perky and petite breasts. I felt him feeling me, holding and squeezing my breasts before pulling my nipple slightly between his fingers and teasing at them, giving me shocks of pain that mingled with the pleasure of his lips.
“Take this off,” he whispered into my neck, “Take off the suit.”