Escape

Your orgasm leaves you shuddering, leaning against the crosswalk pole. This is as close as you've come to regular, in-person coitus in a long time. It's something else. You can even imagine that the sensations transferred are more intense this close, but it may have been for other reasons too.

A chill breeze makes you open your eyes and realize you are in public. You had completely forgotten this was in the middle of the street. Hastily you look around and see that several of the windows facing this street are now lit, and there may be shapes moving behind their curtains. You look down at the police officer who is still on the ground clutching fitfully at her wet pants, getting her breath back. Fuck.

You really don't want to get arrested for... ****? Resisting arrest? They'd think of something.

You hurry over to the nearest side street to get out of sight, slipping into the relative darkness. You dampen your sucking hunger again, as you hear the faint sound of distant sirens. Bile rising, you go faster and make your way to the end of the street which opens into the lightly forested area that surrounds this part of town. You set off down one of the dirt tracks and hope they won't come this way.

After a few minutes of walking you come to a small bicycle track, and sit down on a bench by its side. The track is unlit and you can only see a little way down the road by the moonlight. You can't hear the sirens anymore, which is comforting.

Still, you can't stay here. You'll have to get back home before they start searching the woods. You don't think they're going to just drop what you did to that police officer. But if they see you...

Hm. What you need is a disguise.

You close your two regular eyes and open one in your palm. You hold it up so you can see your own face. You've never had a very distinct look, your face is just very... normal. There aren't a whole lot of features that stick out. Normal nose, normal mouth, normal eyes, normal hair. They'd definitely pick you up if they saw a lone young man skulking in the woods though, no matter how non-descript. But...

You make a black purple spot appear on your neck, and spread up. It covers your chin, circumvents your lips, and covers your cheeks, nose, eyebrows, forehead, hair. Eventually your entire head apart from your lips and eyes is covered in the QEBP material, looking like a bizarre, fleshy gimp mask. Then, you begin.

Without thinking of specific individuals, you conjure the idea of long, red hair. It sprouts from your scalp, flowing down your ears and spreading across your shoulders. You think of a woman's face, pale skin blossoming on your cheeks and spreading up and around your head and scalp. Thin, red eyebrows come into being, and your face smoothens out into a round, soft visage. You stare at the transformation, and realize after a while that this looks an awful lot like Cassie. Minus the too-large mouth and somehow misaligned eyes, but nobody is going to be looking at you that closely anyway.

You stand up and inspect yourself as best you can. The face is great, but the body doesn't match. You're much too big for Cassie's petite features, your shoulders are too wide and your neck and hands don't match the skin tone. You go to a tree at about the right height and try your trick from the crosswalk again, smearing a line of QEPB material on it. It shifts a bit, then opens into another eye.

Having a full body view of yourself in the dim light, you watch the black purple material creep down your neck and go under your shirt. You feel it cover your chest, your shoulders, running down your arms and encase your hands. It envelops your stomach, your groin and hips and legs. You can feel your penis retract and disappear, leaving a smooth patch.

Your body feels numb and distant, but you can still move it without issue. You hold up your hands and wiggle the fingers one by one. Then you focus again, and pale skin spreads from the tips and down your hands, somehow shrinking your flesh and bones in the process, turning your hands into small, dainty things. The transformation moves up your wrists and arms, and you feel yourself grow skinny and weak. Your shoulders contract, your ribcage sinks inwards, and your pectorals gain a modest amount of extra flesh as a pair of small breasts take form. The skin spreads further down thinning your waist before it flares out at the hips.

The strangest feeling comes when it reaches your groin, as you can feel your skin split, separate, and fold into a pair of labia. You were worried your proprioception and balance would be completely thrown off as you wouldn't be able to feel what your borrowed skin felt, but this doesn't feel borrowed at all. It feels like your own.

The change finishes with your legs, making them shorter and skinnier. You are now noticeably shorter, smaller, and decidedly female. Your shirt doesn't fit you anymore, hanging loosely on your small frame, and your jeans are a bit too tight at the waist but far too big elsewise, the bottom part resting on your now clownlike shoes.

You inspect yourself from the tree-eye. You're the spitting image of Cassie, although dressed like an idiot. A small, skinny, pale woman with long, red hair. You're missing the glasses to complete the look, but you kept your own eyes so you don't need them. The thought makes you wonder how this experience feels to Cassie, but your curiosity gets interrupted by the sound of distant talking. Down the road you can see the beams of flashlights coming round a bend, and hear a group approaching.

You turn the other way and start walking in the direction of your home. Your disguise should keep you safe, but your voice is still your own and you have no idea how they'd react if you had to explain yourself.

Hurrying down the road, you pass another bend before the approaching group can see you. You follow the road for a few minutes, struggling in your big shoes, then make a turn into a smaller path that takes you back to another side street closer to home. As you are about to move from the woods to the paved street, a hand lands heavily on your shoulder and spins you around. It's a cop.