I caught Matt’s eyes as he turned back to his car and drove off.
Sighing I turned back to my body’s apartment. Clutching my sweater to my bare chest with one hand and fumbling with my keys in the other I attempted to insert the key into the lock. The metal of my key circling the edge of the slot as I drunkenly wavered on Amanda’s door step. Finally the key slipped into the door, turning the keys and stepping into the apartment I was welcomed back to a dark space.
Kicking off my shoes and dropping my shirt into the darkness I raised my hand to the wall and felt around desperately for a light switch. After a bit of floundering I remembered that I’m much shorter now and needed to lift my hand higher on the wall to find a light.
Finally making contact with a switch I found the apartment suddenly illuminated with a blinding light. Shielding my eyes from the light I found a dial and turned the lights brightness to the lowest setting. With the now low lights I could realize just how worn out I was, my legs shook and my black hair blocked parts of my vision. Gazing down at my chest I stared at my tits. I couldn’t believe I had already flashed a guy in my first day as a woman. Tentatively lifting a breast I held my hand under it, feeling both the weight and the sticky warmth from sweat building up over the day. A warm shower sounded incredible.
Making my way up the stairs I located the bathroom once more and slowly peeled my pants off my frame. Finding myself in just a pair of panties I gazed into the mirror. Amanda looked horribly tired, my hair was a mess, the bags under my eyes looked almost like black eye shadow you would see at a punk rock concert.
Letting the shower water run and warm up I stood transfixed by the woman in the mirror, she was attractive; maybe not movie star attractive, but would definitely turn my male attention to her. If I still was a male I thought to myself dismissively as I hooked my hands around my underwear and pulled those off as well.
Running my hands along my legs I felt prickly hairs sticking up, indicating a need to shave that I lacked the energy for now. This shower will be way too quick for that, I’ll make it in and out real quick.
Stepping into the water I was instantly relaxed. The tension I had carried all day fell away as I let my shoulders drop with my now soaked hair. Reaching across my chest to my opposite shoulder I hugged myself and rubbed my shoulders. Bringing even more relaxation to my worn out body. Sighing and looking up at the shower head I dropped my arms and felt the water run along my body. What should I do?
For longer than I was planning for I stood in the shower, consumed by the reflections of the day and worries about everything in life. What should I do I asked myself again. I’ll never get back to my life. Can I even have a happy life? Questions about everything and anything ran through my mind until finally the warm water ran out and I was blasted back to my new reality by freezing water.
Yelping and leaping from the shower I wrapped my body in a towel and a silk bathrobe. Waddling my way to the bedroom I added a fluffy blanket to my cocoon and sat on the bed I woke up in. Staring at the candle on my dresser, I wondered to myself.
Should I use it tonight? This life has some rough parts, but it’s not hellish. Maybe if I use the candle I can get a way back home? I bet the person in my body might try to use the candle again sometime. What should I do?