Aaron Struggles To Come To Terms With The Truth

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She had stolen his life.

Aaron reeled at the revelation. His whole world - his whole existence! - was what? A lie?

It hadn't even hit him yet. Not really. God, how do you react to something like that? He should be angry. He was angry. Somewhere, deep down below the shock. It would hit him soon enough, right? But the wheels in his head were turning so damn slow. It all seemed so distant. Like the sting wasn’t even there. Like it was a story happening to someone else.

He had _been _Amanda? He had been this sexy, free spirited, more-than-a-little-manic girl? His personality defined by her sexuality, her passion, her humor? All the things that made her her?

He considered that for a moment, his drunk horny brain spinning a tale. What would that be like? Him as Amanda. Him with Amanda. Both of them cavorting around in her amazing body. The two of them could dance around like twins, boobs and dicks jiggling in the middle of a sexy pillow fight. They could go on sexy dates together. Just think of the pranks they could play. The same, not just in body, but in spirit and in action. Could they somehow share one identity in the eyes of everybody around them? God, what would the sex look like?

He smiled despite himself. And of course, the two of them would constantly be one-upping eachother with who can think of the craziest swap, wouldn’t they?

It sounded fun, somehow. He sighed. Was that so bad?

But - he frowned - was that just the lingering jealousy talking? The shock? Or was this something more natural?

"But wait, hold on, I'm not... that kind of person, am I?" He looked up at her, then back down at his body. "I'm not depressed or self hating. I'm not the most confident guy sure, but I wouldn't give it all up to be someone else."

Well - he looked back at the remote. Maybe for a day or two. Just to try it out.

"You're not. You're right." She shook his head. "We stripped it away. We uh- we also may have put it on him.” She gestured again to her ex. “Our perfect scapegoat." She put on a look of faux-innocence, as though she knew it didn’t excuse the cruelty of the act, but had to tell herself that anyway. "All the bad in you. All the worst in you.”

He turned to look at the guy. He looked so normal. He could barely focus on him. This was the person who was so much of what he had once been?

Aaron started to shake.

And who was he supposed to be then? Helplessness washed through him. What was he then? Some warped up version of someone else? Was he defined by no more than his contrast to him?

The gears in his brain clicked forward.

He grabbed the remote.

"What are you doing?"

His breathing intensified. His eyes were wide with focus, even despite his drunkenness. With a vindictive glare, he looked out at the bar.

Zap. Zap. Zap.

He looked back at Amanda. She was short. She was male. She was ugly. Her broad shoulders framed her new portly belly awkwardly. He had found the fattest guy he could, the smallest dick, the most awkward face. He’d given her a body to hate. And he’d made her fully aware of it. He wanted her to suffer. He wanted to spite her. The anger in his brain was an icy knife.

He looked down the length of the shaking remote at her, panting.

Amanda didn’t move.

She didn't duck. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t snatch the remote from him. She was just… letting him do it. Letting him do anything he could think of. The remote weighed in his hand like a gun.

She blinked at him, her eyes sparkling, her expression still clear even behind that pudgy dude’s face. She closed her eyes, happy to take whatever frustration he had.

He lowered the remote.

She _/trusted/ _him.

Even after telling him the truth, even after he had lashed out at her.

Either that or there was no questioning her guilt, that she’d take any punishment he could dole out.

"Aaron?" She was trying to hide the tears in her eyes. “Are we - are we okay?”

He looked around the bar. He looked at the guy with her face, who was having a much better time getting drinks bought for him at he bar. He looked at the guys who had gotten her vivacious body and her hot throbbing dick, now suddenly much better they were suddenly pleasing their partners as they fucked each other out on the dancefloor.

They were so perfectly happy, even all swapped up. These guys which would have freaked out at the idea of having a girl’s body or a girl’s face or a girl’s dick, they were happy in their blessings, even oblivious as they were.

"I'm not the person you're looking for Amanda.” His voice was dark. He looked back at her ex. “All of your memories? All your baggage? I'm sorry. I refuse to be the Aaron that you dated. I refuse to try to live up to his expectations. I'm not you, or him, or whoever it was you left behind. I'm a different person. My own person. And I need you to see that."

“Oh.” Her voice was soft, his words circling her brain. She wriggled back. “Wait, does that mean -?”

He pointed the device back at her.

Zap. Zap. Zap.

She was herself again. Or, well, as much as he knew those parts to be his. He could have taken back his dick, but ah - he’d been kind of looking forward to what was coming up next, hadn’t he?

He put the remote back down on the table. He was going to need both hands for this.

He ground his body into hers, his sloppy movements both sexually explosive and remarkably tender. He pressing his lips to hers. It was sweet and hot and her dick pulsed against his incessant boy cunt. For all the drama, they were still just as ****, still just as eager.

She mewled in surprise, then returning the affection in kind. The warmth of it all melted away that icy dagger of rage.

Sure, they were drunk. Sure they were horny. Maybe he’d have been doing something different in the clarity of morning. But right now, this is what he wanted, that shared closeness, to act with agency, to affirm the person that he was.

And - fuck - her dick felt so goddamn good against his pussy. Holy shit. How long had it been waiting for this? Part of her scheme sure, but he’d get his dick back one day, right? And right now he was having fun with it like he’d never had before.

The thought hit him suddenly - if there was a future with this girl? Let’s just say having a pussy and getting it pounded was the least of what lay ahead of him. Dating a girl like this… well, it was going to be interesting.

He mulled and gasped and looked around for a shot of cum to drink. He wanted to take things further.

“Mmm…” she hummed, humping her dick against his slick lips. “Is that… is that a yes?”

“I think we can make something work.” He scratched at his cheek, unable to keep a coy smile from his lips.

Her face lit up like never before.

She threw her arms around him.

“No, no. Wait.” he put a hand to her chest, he pushed he away. He needed to make sure she understood this in no uncertain terms. “It’s not that simple. Hear me out. You said you don't want us getting back together like this? With just some swap. I agree.’

“What do you mean? “

“I’m not going to live my life as that guy. I’m not the Aaron you knew. I’m not some do-over for you. You want to know where things go from here?" He sighed. "You need to leave the baggage behind. You need to treat me like I'm my own person. Like this is our first date. And you especially need to give me the respect that deserves. No laughing like crazy while my family is all body-swapped and crying.”

“Does that mean you don’t want me to, say, swap myself with a bikini team on your birthday? No putting you center stage in those porn movies you like? No swapping your dick after you cum so we can go again and again and again?”

“See,” He swallowed hotly, then bit his lip. “I’m saying if you’re doing that? I want to be right there beside you. If we’re getting into crazy misadventures, I want to be an equal, not just your much beleaguered boyfriend, okay?"

She laughed.

“A new approach, okay?” He looked deeply into her eyes. “A fresh start.”

“A fresh start?” Tears leaked at the corners of her eyes. “You know what? I can’t imagine anything I’d rather -”

And then everything screeched to a halt.

“Amanda!” The voice was condescending, carrying none of the civility of the words it carried. “Long time no see.”

Amanda jumped so hard her dick slapped against Aaron’s belly.

“A-Alex!” she stumbled to untangled herself from under Aaron, one hand reaching out for the table where Aaron had left the remote just moments before. “H-how are you doing?” Her voice was worried, scared, hurt? Where was all the confidence? She was like a whole other person.

It was him. The ex. Alex? God, how did he manage to loom so large, even as naked as he was?

"Looking for this?" he raised an eyebrow, the remote in his hands.

“Oh, shit.”