I’d only done the study to make a bit of extra cash during summer break from college, make it so that I could afford to go back. It was supposed to “enhance my lovelife”.
Well it certainly did enhance something.
Now I’m a girl and I’m stuck in my hometown, the person in charge of the study isn’t picking up their phone and worst of all someone from my past came back into town.
My old bully is here, and he seems to suspect something is going on. Why did this have to happen to me? Why did I have to become a woman? Why can’t I shake the aching need pulling me towards the handsome man who used to be my bully?
Brad was reminiscing, he had moved on from his current life and was talking about his past one. He was talking as much to the people at the table as he was to me, but I was the only one held hostage. His arm locked around my shoulder, holding me tight to him.
I was crushed against his side, feeling the hard muscle of his body pressing against me. And with each bit of emphasis in his story he would pull me closer into him, pulling me against his body again and again. Until I started to feel his ribs pressing into my chest.
Pressing against my breast.
The sensation was undeniable, I knew just what it was. He would pull me into him and my breast would be squeezed against him. It was not an unpleasant feeling, quite the opposite and in fact it started something new.
I started to feel everything, and I do mean everything.
My body became hyper aware as I could feel everything touching me. Could feel his hand on my shoulder, his chest on my breast, the feel of the jeans on my smooth thighs, the rough fabric of the shirt raking across my hard nipples.
A blush built in my body as I realized I was starting to get turned on by all of this.
I needed to get out of this situation.