After a bad breakup he decided to take a chance, to put himself out there. It failed miserable, because apparently cowardice wasn’t a particularly attractive feature. So he needed a big gesture, he needed something to shock him into a new way of thinking, he needed to take a leap of faith.
He didn’t expect this would happen. When he was promised he’d feel like a new person he didn’t expect that new person would be a woman.
He’s stuck in the body of a pretty and slim redhead, walking home through a terrible neighborhood and trying to ignore that voice in his head. That voice that keeps telling him to take a chance. That voice that keeps telling him to live life to the fullest. That voice that keeps telling him to walk straight up to one of these attractive and muscular thugs and show them what a woman can do.
Can he resist?
As I reached the door one last glance showed him staring after me and then I was out into the cool night air.
It was a bit chilly tonight, just the hint of winter remaining on the wind that made me move a little faster. That and the memory of what had just happened.
Because what I had felt then was so odd, so unusual. So very unlike me.
I’d been tongue tied before. I’d been overwhelmed meeting someone before. I’d been unable to string a full sentence together.
And I’d found people engaging before. I’d found them attractive. I’d had fantasies that came on suddenly and were so powerful I had to back away before I went and did something stupid.
But always with a woman.
This time it was so powerful, the draw I felt towards him like something I couldn’t explain or reason away. This time that draw made me damn near take him up on his offer of a drink because in my mind we were already past that in at the end of the night.
Where he’d take me back to his place. Where he’d undress me. Where I would get on my knees and please him. Where he would thrust into me and fill me up and take me all of the way over the edge of that climax I’d had a glimpse of a short while ago.
That need was so powerful it was damn near undeniable and I almost gave myself to him in a moment because of it.
What was that?
I was a man. I had to keep reminding myself of that because apparently I couldn’t help but forget about it.
I was a man and I was straight and straight men didn’t do things like that. They didn’t sleep with other men.
They fucked women. They liked women. They were attracted to women.
But those urges, that desire, that fantasy. It had been everything I had always felt when I was a man and a thousand times more. It was amplified. I was more turned on from just the thought of getting fucked then I had ever been when actually fucking before.