On the way back to Amy's apartment, the first few stairs I tried taking two at the time. Quickly I realized though that what once was the norm for me, was now far too straining in this body. Just one of the disadvantages of being shorter than my 5 foot niece. And so I ran up as quickly as I could, one step at the time, quite disturbed by how I could actually feel my much softer butt jiggle as I tackled each stair.
I got to the apartment, unlocked the door, got in and promptly shut and locked the door behind me. I did NOT want Daniel to be near me when I open the Chronivac. Because that's what I was going to do - use the software to get back to my normal life. Yes, at first I was curious about the flavor of life without control, but after only getting a little taste of it I was certain I didn't want to spend any more time in this position.
I snatched the laptop from the desk and jumped onto the bed, placing it on my lap. I logged in, only a fraction of a second later having realized I didn't actually know the password I used - my fingers' muscle memory seemed to work quite well. I booted up the Chronivac and looked at the interface.
What I was after was the "restore" functionality or whatever it was called. The function was nowhere to be seen though - and my lack of familiarity with the software didn't really help. I though that...
Whatever I thought suddenly eluded me as I heard the door knob to Amy's locked apartment turn. David. He followed me up expecting... well... sex. Me. On my knees. Pleasuring him.
Another thought flashed through my mind. I thought that if I knelt down he would have even more height advantage over me. I imagined looking up and up and up at his bearded face as he pulled out his cock. Cock which in my dainty hands would feel much too large to belong to an normal man. Maybe because he wasn't an normal-sized man. Maybe because I was so much smaller now. Perhaps both.
"What the fuck Amy?!" his voice brought me back to reality. I was too scared by the anger I heard in it to reflect about the degrading direction my mind wandered just a second ago or the embarrassing slickness still growing between my legs. "Why did you lock the door? Open up! Open up now!"
"No..." I thought. "I won't..." I couldn't let him in before I found a way out of this situation and yet this act of defiance made me strangely uneasy. It didn't feel right. What would feel natural was complying with his request and jumping starting to the doors let him in. I had to fight the urge to do so.
The "restore" function was nowhere to be seen. Then I saw a button labeled "load preset". That must have been it! I saved my old self as a preset, so now I must be able to load it up! I clicked it and a new window opened up asking me to point it to the right file. "Shit! Where did I save my profile?!"
I checked the "Downloads" folder, then I looked into "My documents". Shit. That one had more sub-folders than fit on the screen. I knew I must have saved my profile somewhere deep in one of those because I wanted t hide it well.
"I don't know what this is about but you better have a good reason to lock yourself in!" Daniel's voice made my head turn towards the door.
Wrong. I didn't want more distractions.
I decided that I'd find my profile file, even if that meant going through every single folder on Amy's computer individually. I started with the first one but then... Then I decided that maybe I didn't have time for that as the sound of a key turning in the doors entered my ears.
"Oh. My. God." I heard myself whispering. He had a spare key.
I held my breath and turned my head to the door, its knob turned and Daniel opened them wide looking me right in the eye.