Commuter Problems

The tube was rammed, you look across the crowded platform from the top of the stairs.

You glance at your phone, fuck there was no way you made it to work on time. Taking a last glance at the bustling horde, you steel your resolve. You gotta get that train. Tightening one arm on your bag you begin to press against the crowd. As you’re moving, you catch multiple men taking the opportunity to stare down your top. You scowl at them and they either quickly glance away or stare back with a stupid bemused expression.

You finally reach the door and shuffle in with the throng. The car jostles and shakes as it makes its way across London. Next to you, a women reads her book fully engrossed in some sci-fi saga. Maybe she’d have some advice. How to broach the subject, oh sorry miss, I’m actually ripped from reality and thrown into my girlfriends body.

Deep in contemplation you don’t notice the other man looming over you. He has a bald head and a broken nose. Tight wrinkles around the eyes probably from heavy drinking. He takes in your scent, enjoying the sweet aroma you sprayed before leaving the house. The train shifts and you jostle into the man. He puts one hand against your waist, helping you regain your balance while simultaneously drawing closer. You don’t notice at first, your mind returning to reflect on your predicament but slowly you feel him press forward with his crotch.

He feels the lycra fabric of your leggings against his navy trousers. He’s a tall slender figure still looming over you despite the benefit of your shoes. The hair on the back of your neck stands up. What do you do? You move slightly away, unable to fully extradite yourself but committed to moving your ass away from his crotch. You don’t look back, choosing to stand perfectly still.

The train jumps again but this time your new footwear sends you stumbling. Luckily the dense crowd keeps you upright but the lady and man both move to right you. The mans hand lingering slightly too long on your side.

You give the women a tight nod of approval and a mumbled apology.

You feel it first. The cock hardening against your leg. You try to ignore it at first. After your fall the crowd has grown tighter and the man now presses directly against your backside. He slowly grinds forwards and the outline is unmistakable. It’s a huge member, you feel it from the tip of your crack all the way to your upper thigh. You try to shuffle away but a short pot belly banker in front of you turns and frowns in your direction. You shove an elbow back trying to ward away your assailant. The man looks at you with a shocked expression, as if your resistance was the social faux pas. You fix him with your strongest glare, hoping your outward aggression will ward off any other crude advances.

You turn away and look up at the tube map. 6 more stops. You wonder if you should switch trains. No part of you wanted to put up with this harassment. You’d hit this guy if he tried anything. But you also needed to get to work and there’d be another ten minutes between trains.

Looking at the man revolted you. At least that was still the same David you remember. You felt the same, and despite the crazy body switch all the same things turned you on. Well mostly Jane turned you on but being the person behind the sensation didn’t lesson that.