He needs some air

This… this was all getting to be too much. The distraction of his research had kept John from thinking too hard about the personal implications of all this. Now that it was done… he was struggling to process. Yes, he was committed to step one—he wouldn’t let himself think he was crazy—but this all still took some getting used to. His life was changed, possibly forever.

He… he needed some air. It was still light out, and probably would be for another hour. Perfect for a walk. His brain always worked better with fresh air and moving legs.

There was a faintly wooded trail near John’s apartment which ran roughly parallel to the river. It hardly passed muster as a true wilderness, but it was at least far enough from the sounds of car engines for him to hear himself think. He set his mind to the task of figuring out what all this meant for him, and let it run.

The first conclusion he reached as he began to amble beneath the trees was a depressing one: he couldn’t tell anyone about this; at least not yet. At best they wouldn’t believe him, and at worst they wouldn’t believe him and might try to get him institutionalized. With no evidence to back him up, even the people closest to him would likely just think he’d lost it.

Could he handle that? Keeping something as monumental as this all to himself? He supposed he’d have to.

What was he meant to actually do now? Just… continue his life? Accept the changes and move on? That might not be the worst. Frankly, the life he’d been given here seemed entirely an improvement on his old one. Throughout his research, the unstated goal in the back of his mind had been figuring out how to undo all this, but… did he actually want to?

John rounded a corner on the trail, stepping over a little puddle.

Could just continuing on be unethical, though? Like, from an informed consent standpoint? Having sex with the women in this world—actually, no, hold that thought. Sidebar. Was he going to think of this as a new world, or as changes to the regular world? So far he’d been flip-flopping, with no real evidence to support either way of thinking. He supposed it was a bit arbitrary in the end—two ways of saying the same thing—but he’d like to cement it.

In many ways, thinking of it as changes to his own world probably made more sense. After all, if he’d been somehow transported to a different one, what had happened to the John who’d been here? And for that matter, what part of him would actually have been transported? His mind? His… soul? It seemed like it couldn't be his actual body considering he had different junk. Was he even the same person as the John who should have lived in this world? I mean, with so many differences, what were the chances that the exact same sperm cell and exact same egg would come together in this reality as in his own? And would that even be what it took to create the same person in two different worlds? And—

Okay, yeah. Calling it changes probably made more sense. And yet despite that… John did still feel himself gravitating toward it being a new world and old world. Maybe even if not in a literal sense, it just felt easier to comprehend. And “new world” and “old world” were a lot simpler than “world after the changes” and “world before the changes”.

Alright then. He’d think of it as separate worlds—worlds which his mind or consciousness or spirit or something had somehow travelled between. Ultimately, it was probably academic, but still—it was nice to make a decision on the matter.

Now… where had he been before that tangent?... Oh yeah, ethi—

There was someone coming along the trail.

He could hear their footsteps, and a moment later saw a young woman come around a bend from behind some trees. She was tall and athletic, brown hair tied back in a casual ponytail, wearing jogging shorts and a tank top.

The trail where they’d met was narrow enough that one of them needed to step to the side. John did so, and habitually gave her a polite smile and nod, trying not to look like some creepy intimidating ****.

Interestingly, she did much the same. Curious. John hadn’t thought to look up what the deal was with **** in this world. Now that he considered it, maybe the women of this world were the rapists considering the differences in sex drive. He'd have to check later.

Once she was nearly past him, he turned to keep walking, and his arm momentarily brushed hers. Though she clearly tried to suppress it, the very faint moan that came from her during the brief contact was just audible. Her steps stumbled slightly, then hastened.

She'd moaned. Just from a brief touch.

…

John could have sex with this woman.

If he wanted, he could almost certainly just… fuck her. And she’d probably thank him for the privilege.

The revelation of this hit him less like a freight train, and more like a ship gliding smoothly into port—the calm conclusion of all his findings and musings up until now.

…

Fuck it, he’d figure the ethics of the situation out later.

John turned. The woman was still only a few steps away, so he quickly said, “Want to have sex?”

She froze, then whipped her head back at him. “Umm… what?”

John shrugged. “Sex. Quick, casual, no strings attached, right here and now. I’m in the mood for it.”

Though he was forcing a calm demeanor, his heart was racing. If he’d misjudged how this world worked, he’d be about to look like the biggest creep around.

The woman glanced around, then gave a small laugh and said, “I’m not about to be like, lured into the woods to have my kidneys stolen am I?”

Right. Yeah. John supposed that is how he’d have reacted too if a hot girl had offer—oh, no, she was taking her pants off.

“Fuck it, you can have them, and my liver too; just make sure you actually fuck me first,” she said, shimmying her shorts down her legs, revealing panties which boasted a massive wet spot that was growing by the second. Despite the casually delivered joke, her voice dripped with an almost pathetic desperation. “I only come out here when I’m too horny to think, anyway.”

Well… John supposed that his research had indicated this world’s women were even more thirsty than the old world’s men.

Time to have some fun, then…