Ken's Preference

The tiles under my sneakers felt cold as I continued to lean against the corridor wall. The hallway is entirely deserted, save for the occasional echo of a distant door slamming. I pull out my phone, exclaiming "It's been over ten minutes?!" As much as I want to tell Jen to call it quits, entering the women's room like this would be awkward if someone saw me from the hallway or if someone does finally enter. With a sigh, I scrolled through my phone aimlessly, but my eyes kept flicking back toward the heavy wooden door of the secluded women's restroom.

Just then, a slow, slightly mischievous thought came to my mind. She’s waiting in there, and I’m just standing out here. If no one is walking in naturally, I might as well send someone in that direction. In other words, I get to choose who Jen will possess without her knowing beforehand. "Well, since I'll be the one doing her, I have a say, right?" I reasoned as I chuckled.

Right on cue, sharp footsteps echo from around the corner of the hallway. I quickly slide my phone into my pocket and peered past the corner. Walking down the corridor is a beautiful ginger. She certainly stands out with her outfit, wearing a tailored royal blue blazer layered over a crisp white button-down shirt, a sharp black pencil skirt hitting mid-thigh, sheer black tights, and classic black high-heeled pumps. "She's probably not a student, but she looks young for a professor," I thought. "But whatever, that body is just smoking." My eyes were glued to her bust barely contained by the blazer, shirt buttoned down to reveal her cleavage. ("G-cup? Definitely bigger than Kim's.") She had a good hourglass figure. I giggled internally at the thought of Jen piloting that body.

I stepped forward into the corridor and her line of sight, putting my plan into motion. "Excuse me, miss?" I called out, trying to sound helpful. She stopped, gesturing slightly with her free hand. "Yes? Is everything all right?" Her voice is clear, polite, and calm. "I’m really sorry to bother you," I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "But my girlfriend went into that restroom quite a while ago, and she hasn't come out. I’m starting to wonder if she's feeling alright. Would you mind just checking on her for me?" The woman’s expression shifted to genuine concern. "Oh, of course. That's no trouble at all. What’s her name, just so I can call out to her?" "Jen," I replied. "All right, I'll take a look," she says kindly and innocently. She turned and walked toward the restroom door, pushing it open. As she stepped through the threshold, completely unaware of the trap awaiting her, I quietly mouthed a single word. "Sorry."

The hallway fell silent again, but my eyes were practically glued to the door, knowing exactly what's going to happen next. A minute passes. Then, the restroom door swung open. Out stepped the same woman, but her professional demeanor was gone, as if she was just a completely different person than the one who just entered moments ago. She was walking with a loose, slightly awkward stride. She spotted me and walked over, looking down at her sheer black tights and high-heeled pumps with a familiar, wide grin. "Ugh, finally!" she exclaimed, her voice identical to the woman's but laced with your girlfriend's unmistakable cadence. "I was practically squatting in there waiting forever. But it was well worth it!" I let out a breath, a grin breaking across my face. "Jen?" The woman's body crossed its arms, laughing. "Duh, of course it's me! But it was so weird. She walked in and immediately started calling out 'Jen? Jen, are you in here?' in the empty restroom. It totally threw me off for a second before I jumped her!" "Well," I said, thoroughly amused. "We were waiting so long that I decided to take matters into my own hands and send someone in. "Jen narrowed the woman's hazel eyes into a playful, teasing smirk. "Oh, really? You hand-picked her? Does this mean this woman is more your type? "Before I could answer, she flaunted her stolen bust ("yep, definitely bigger than Kim's"), shifting her hips to emphasize the curves of her new body, and playfully tugged the fabric just enough that she almost flashed her panties right there in the open hallway. My face instantly flushed red. "Look, I-I really just didn't want both of us waiting around too long," I lied meekly, but my body was doing a terrible job concealing the truth. Jen's eyes darted downward, immediately spotting the growing tent in my pants. Her smirk deepened. She reached down, letting her stolen fingers softly caress the bulge through my clothes. "Well," she purred, leaning in close with a floral scent I didn't notice before. "That guy seems to be suggesting more." Before I can stammer out a response, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me through the heavy door, dragging me straight into the mess of my own making.