Everything shifted and Jeffery had a sudden moment of awareness. The world shifted again and he found himself turning the TV news on. No longer regular programming. Sixteen-year-old Jeffery peered at the screen, saw that two windows had been opened and were sitting side-by-side on the TVnews. On the left was shots of before last week’s mild quake, taken by an unknown photographer. On the right was the damage in those areas caused by the disturbance, the second photographer clearly hadn't put too much work into getting very good shots. But then this was the little local news channel, who regularly did copy and past jobs – Jeffery remembered his Uncle who used to be a news anchor complaining about the locals being a bunch of two-bit-hacks who didn't put in the proper work.
Aftershock. No big deal. Jeffery’s thoughts turned to Kyle… what a dream. He reached out and opened a third browser window with his mouse. Thinking, he couldn’t resist doing a search for gay porn stories. He ended up on a site called Choose Your Sexy Change, and found an interesting interactive story called “Transmorpher Version 4.0”. It was about someone that had a device that sounded exactly like his Chronivac, and was even in a similar situation as he himself was! He couldn’t believe what he was reading, about a guy named Ray who became a cheerleader named Rachel, and he started reading out loud.
"’…What's not okay is plariarising’ – that’s a hard one to pronounce – he must have meant plagiarizing.” Jeffery wondered how one unknown author could plagiarize from another anyway, but continued reading. ‘…makes you look like you are very low of intellect and can land you in some very hot water…’” Jeffery shook his head, laughing. “Some people definitely need to chillax!” He liked the other guy’s writing better anyway, but didn’t see either of them writing their way onto Amazon any time soon – or spelling words correctly to save their lives.
Jeffery sat back and re-read the Amazon entries for cock-rings he had found. Feeling as if he was in a dream, drifting slowly, images of cock-rings dancing all around him, he thought carefully about what one to choose. Deciding after a bit that he didn't care – they’re all good, but certainly hoped whichever would at least fit Kyle, he reached out and hit order.
The moment he did everything once again shifted – yet another aftershock (hopefully the last), and Jeffery found himself back where he was before ordering on Amazon.
He went back to the CYSC window, and decided to try his hand at typing an entry himself. “A feeling slowly leaving him made him think he might have been dreaming, that it was something really important and that he should remember it. No matter what. Looking at his computer screen, he blinked, reached out and returned to what he'd been doing, waiting patiently to see what would happen.”
Jeffery was startled out of his writing by the sound of the doorbell. “So much for Porn Lit 101.” He was starting to get used to his higher, feminine voice – even liking its melodious sound. “Who takes that stuff seriously anyway?”
Going downstairs, Jeffery peeks through the small windows on either side of the front door to see…