Head to the Doctor

"That's it." You say to yourself as you start getting dressed. Your clothes are tighter on you in some places and looser in others. You fill them out very nicely though. Your broad shoulders and chest stretch the t shirt at the top as it hangs loose over your new six pack abs. Your well developed ass fills out your jeans.

Grabbing your keys, wallet, watch and phone you head for the door. The doctor, definitely time to see the doctor. You still weren't sure if these physical changes were real or you were simply going insane. At this point the latter was seeming more and more likely.

Your doctor, Dr. Bhadra Bhanushali, was a short bus ride away and you knew her office was open today. You close and lock the apartment door behind you and hurry through the building rushing out the front door. Looking at your watch you see you have two minutes to get to the bus stop. You sprint off in that direction. You run faster than you are used to, each spring of the leg powerful and precise. As you arrive you realize you aren't even breathing hard.

You stand alone at the stop. You hear behind you a strange sound, reminiscent of the stretching of a balloon. Peering back you see the lawn behind you is slowly but visibly growing. Even more spectacularly you watch as a caterpillar at the edge of the sidewalk transforms itself into a bright delicate butterfly; there is no pupa stage and the metamorphosis takes all of 10 seconds. It flutters up and circles your head a few times before flitting off. You rub your eyes and mutter "Yep, I've lost it." as you hear the bus pull up.

Trying to stay focused you take out your pass and step up into the half full bus. As you step in all the chatter and conversations come to an end. Every eye in the place is focused on you. You show the driver your pass and he just nods then continues staring at you. It is a strange mix of confusion and...admiration? Turning you see a pair of old ladies in the front seat. The one to the left stares, her eyes twinkle as she looks at you and a rosy blush fills her cheeks. She looks away embarrassed as she notices you looking at her. Her friend beside her is not so bashful, "My oh my! If I was 40 years younger..." She leaves the rest unsaid.

You continue down the aisle. One woman bites her lip blinks hard as she wrenches her gaze off of you. Another simply ogles you, obviously undressing you with her eyes. Most of the men in the bus give you envious glances of grudging respect. One outright gasps and puts a hand to his mouth, his eyes wide as they take you in.

You sit near the back, two seats in front of a couple probably headed to the university judging by their look. After a short time the bus closes its doors and heads off down the street. You constantly catch the other riders stealing glances your way. The women and the one gay dude all seem to be in some discomfort. They shift in their seats and swallow hard and let out long breaths, they look flush and a slight sheen of sweat can be seen. A few of the younger women glance toward each other with an expression of "Can you believe this guy?" It is then you notice your senses were also heightened to super human levels. You were catching things off of these people that should be impossible to detect. You sensed the difference between the older ladies to the front and the women of child bearing years throughout the rest of the bus. You could feel a rhythmic pulse through the area, as if picking up on the other passengers heart beats. You could feel the one man's attraction to you and could just sense that he had a hard on. You could pick up odors, pheromones, mingling through the air. You could even taste them. You could also sense which of the younger women were ovulating, and to your shock you realized they were ALL fertile. That couldn't be a coincidence.

The more you concentrated the more you were picking up. Not quite telepathy but more a reading of nature and spirit. Their movements, their smells, the heat of their bodies, the shifting and dilation of their eyes. All of your senses and more were simply "tuned in" to a deeper reality. You started delving into what you were sensing. Picking up hidden facets of their personalities. The woman closest to you enjoyed power fantasies, the next one was a hopeless romantic, the man across from her was surrounded by a dark festering loneliness, and so on. While it all happened as naturally as the sun rising in the morning your conscious mind pulled you out of it. This was just wrong. Their secrets were theirs to keep regardless of the fact that you could perceive them as easily as reading a newspaper. What they did for a living, how wealthy they were, where they were going, and those sorts of details were still mysteries. But anything relating to love, sex, spirit, and living were an open book.

You could see your effect on them was slowly ramping up. Only a few more stops until the doctor's office now. C'mon bus, hurry! You try to ignore the effect you are having and focus out the window. Looking around you notice that, whether they can see you or not, you seem to be having the same effect on the drivers around you. Windows open, AC gets turned on, arguments stop, people start reaching out to touch each other, one woman in a minivan right beside you even reaches down into her skirt and begins rubbing one out.

You then notice the sounds behind you. The university couple were making out. It was a hot, heavy, and sweaty. Hold on...nope this wasn't 1st base, they were going for a home run! Poorly concealed gasps and moans fill the back of the bus as they begin making love. Everyone could hear it but no one said a word, if anything they were enjoying it. You closed your eyes trying to block things out but it was no use. You could sense it all and it was...beautiful. What you were picking up off of the lovers was wonderful, almost divine. Powerful and fleeting, elegant and primal, universal yet utterly personal. It was a sacred work of art completely unique to those two individuals. You knew without one solitary doubt that they weren't using protection and that she was going to be pregnant when this was over.

You reach up and ring the bell, you bolt out of the bus the moment it is stopped. Staggering out onto the sidewalk you see that you are only a block from your destination. You sense the other pedestrians around you stop to gawk at you. Without looking at them you bolt down the street, weaving through people as you go. At one point you brush up against a dumpy middle aged woman walking too slow and taking up too much space. The momentary contact gives you all of the information you could sense on the bus and more! You knew her age, you knew when she lost her virginity, and you knew how many lovers she'd had. You knew she had three kids, two girls and one boy. You knew she was frustrated sexually and had very peculiar tastes. She lets out a gasp of shock at the touch and teeters to one side. "What the...?" You hear her exclaim behind you as you continue running.

You enter into the office building, relieved to see only a few people in the lobby. Making your way to the elevators you hit the up arrow and wait. An elevator soon opens and you step inside, you hit "8". Just as the doors close an attractive young woman in a smart business outfit and holding a folding clipboard scoots through.

"Ten please." She says to you before stopping dead in her tracks. She looks at you with wide stunned eyes, mouth agape. She drops her clipboard. The noise snaps her out of it. She quickly picks it up. "Uh...t-t-ten please..." She stutters.

You press her floor as well. Closing your eyes you try to suppress whatever is going on with you.