David gets on the train

The thoughts going through David’s mind travelled faster than the scenery rushing past the windows of the train.

He was putting a lot of trust into his new passenger. His day would be one of a very fragile faith. He began imaging the many ways things could go horribly wrong. What was that thing where she pulled me across the room? Why am I calling it a she? Why is my penis a woman? What the hell is going on? Should I have worn underwear? Should I have worn two pairs of underwear and tucked it inside three pairs of socks? I mean, sure, everyone would think I am a pervert, trying to accentuate a bulge, and of course I would have hell to deal with when I got home and got naked again. Do I have to get naked again? How bad of a life would it be to just wear the same underwear permanently. Obviously it wouldn’t be ideal, but we could make it work. What about when I have to piss? Oh right, I forgot about pissing that definitely wouldn’t work.

And so on his thoughts went. A spike of fear shot through him and he felt it move. (Maybe I should have called into work today. But what about tomorrow? Maybe it will go away by tomorrow? Maybe it’s just a temporary thing. I doubt it, it seems pretty attached to the whole “being alive” thing, but maybe. No, it shows no sign of GOING anywhere, yet maybe- it came inexplicably, perhaps it can leave inexplicably.)

The thoughts in his head overwhelmed him- so he just dropped it, and cleared his mind and focused on the nothing of this current moment. In this moment, as far as he was concerned, nothing was out of the ordinary.

“All this vibration feels so exciting!” She said to David, immediately shattering his moment of peace.

David partially tried to look as indiscreet as possible as he whispered to his groin, “we had an agreement, that means you can’t say ANYTHING, you can’t DO ANYTHING while I’m out of the house.”

David looked around to see if anyone was looking at him, luckily no one was.

“But I’m bored! There’s nothing to do, nothing to look at.”

“I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.”

“Could you at least undo your zipper? Let some light in?”

“I’ll consider it if you don’t DO or SAY anything”

“Deal.”

“Now...please.... shhhh!”