Let the two men take Monique away

Jeffrey’s father offers some suggestions, “We could have my brother take her away, leaving just me and you alone. It’s something that she has done before, so don’t take her **** fool you. I’m pretty sure she’s acting that way to get a reaction from Raymond and James. Or, we can just keep her here, just occupied and unable to watch you.”

“Could just tie her up and blindfold her,” James, the darker man with tattoos, suggests.

“Or we can punish her right now, get the spanks in immediately,” Raymond adds.

Jeffrey’s father takes in the suggestions and turns to me for my answer. I say, with some nonchalance, neither showing remorse for or offense from Monique, “I don’t really care what you do with her. I just don’t want her to see me. That’s all.”

“Brothers, you know what to do,” the father says, and Raymond and James take Monique away, with her smaller, weaker body draped over the shoulder of the lighter-skinned man. Surprisingly, she doesn’t protest with her hands, nor does she try to release herself from his hold on her as she disappears upstairs with them.

“Well, again, sorry about that. Jeffrey should have been more forthcoming with his knowledge and use of X-Change. I myself am not attracted to “Monique,” so **** within my immediate family is nonexistent. The same cannot be said with my two brothers, who are actually gentler with Jeffrey, simply just teasing him here and there,” the father explains and then notices me just standing just a few feet away. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. I’m Robert.” He approaches me with his hand stretched out for me to shake.

I place my hand in his, observation the size difference, the various textures in his palm and fingers, and meet his gaze, introducing myself. “Charlene,” I say.

He lets go of my hand and crosses his arms. “Now. Since you’re on X-Change, you won’t change back for another three and a half hours. Did you want to do anything in that time before you change back? Maybe explore some things? And if you need any assistance, I’m here for you.”

“I could undress fully,” I suggest.

“You could. Did you want me to get you something to cover yourself up? I could step out and get you something,” Robert says.

“I kinda assumed you’d pounce on me once all my clothes came off,” I state.

He sports an expression that he is somewhat blown away by my statement. “No, I’m not one of those guys. I treat all women, X-Change or not, with respect. Now, if you want me to pounce on you and take advantage of your weaker frame, all you need to do is give me permission.”

“So, if I do this,” I say, right before lifting my oversized shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the ground at my feet. I flip my hair about, feeling the silky feeling of my straight locks lightly grazing against the bare skin of my torso. And in the removal of my shirt, I inadvertently had lifted a weight on my chest that came crashing down as the shirt was further pulled up. This weight pulls on my chest, and I note a new center of gravity and balance I have to maintain to prevent myself from toppling forward. I fix my hair, spreading the locks that have fallen across my face and even tuck some over my ears.

As I part my natural curtains, I see Robert with his mouth agape. He catches himself looking and tries to play it off by looking elsewhere. My hands lower to the hem of my boxers and as I bend down to lower them down my legs, I steal glances at Robert stealing looks at me. I step out of the mound of clothes that is my pants and boxers Now fully naked, I stand unashamed of my birthday suit, gifted by X-Change, before Robert. Moments before, he was a bit ashamed that he was gawking at a topless young woman, but now that my raw form has been exposed to him, he looks at me with determination. And maybe a bit of hunger.

I also look back at him with this feeling welling inside me. I could say it’s a similar hunger. “You’re beautiful, Charlene” he states.

“Uhm, thank you,” I say, feeling my cheeks warm up. Am I blushing right now? Is it evident on my face?

“You sure you don’t want to dress up, Charlene?” Robert asks.

“Maybe later,” I say.

“Then, what will you do in your birthday suit for the next three hours or so?” he asks.