Kyle's friends had sprinted from the room the second they thought something was happening, not wanting themselves to be the focal point of Kyle's retribution, but Kyle's mind was in too much of a haze to concentrate on anything like that. There was a massive conflict of what he knew was real, that he had until two minutes previously been a teenage boy, and what he had known and experienced his whole life. As if trying to distinguish one dream from another.
Looking about her room, she tries desperately to regain one viewpoint, as she feels reality pushing her old self out of the picture. Where Kyle's room once stood, a spare room in a stranger's house was. She was fairly sure that people would not remember Kyle, with the notable exception of Jennifer, who presumably knew exactly what was happening...
...Jennifer!
"That little bitch," you say in your sensuous new voice.
Walking over to the phone, you begin to dial Jennifer's number, to get your satisfaction, when you hear your old father's voice outside the door.
"What do you think?" he asks from behind the door.
"It's wonderful. Don't be afraid to come in, you know," you say, putting down the phone.
"Well, all right," he says, turning the handle.
Stepping inside, your ex-father, present possible landlord, Mr. Radley, smiles softly at you, and you feel a stirring inside yourself, sending thoughts of Jennifer far from your mind. The inner turmoil is almost indescribable: this man fathered you, but given that you've never met him before, he's extremely attractive, and your body is sending out all of the necessary signals it needs to demand that you bed him, you're not sure it matters.
"Can I get you anything?" he asks.
"You can't get me anything, no," you say, thinking to yourself that you wouldn't object if he were to give you something, instead.
"Do you think you'll want to use our room? I mean, as you know, it's incredibly close to the centre. Ideal for a businesswoman like yourself, I think you'll agree," he says.
Your mind and body are screaming for him. Why so horny? You normally enjoy sex, sure, but you just feel so indescribably horny.
"I think I might, yes. Actually, can you get me a cup of tea after all?" you ask.
"Of course," says Mr. Radley.
The second he leaves the room your right hand shoots up to cater your erect nipple, and you feel yourself moaning gently, and despite your knowledge that none of this is how it should be, the sensations are so pleasurable that they virtually paralyse you. Your left hand gingerly begins to run itself around the top of your skirt, and as your fingers creep ever lower, you sit back on the bed and allow yourself to become immersed in the sensations.
Time passed. You thought it was seconds, but it must have been longer, as your father comes in and catches you, blouse unbuttoned and skirt hitched up, and for an instant, you lock eyes, his face unreadable...