I walked back to the apartment I'd been at just a day before. I went through the door and plopped down on the couch. Miss Parks sat next to me in my old body. I read the time on the cable box, "1:45," it read. These were my last few minutes as Miss Parks. I stuck my hand down my pants to get one last feel and stripped my shirt and bra to get a final view of her endowment. I furiously masturbated as I slipped out of consciousness.
I woke up with a familiar feel, my old body. I held up my hand and grinned for I had the ring again. Miss Parks, now in her own body looked around confused. She did not know why she had her hand in her pants or why her shirt was off. I wish she thought not wearing a top was normal and nobody thought masturbating was inappropriate to do in public. I also wish that everybody except myself thought this too. Wishing felt good again.