Kelli’s Break

He blinked.

Where was he? There was something on his head. Reaching up, Kelli lifted the helmet off and held it in front of him. It was some sort of VR rig, similar to ones he had seen at stores, but not anything he had ever bought for himself. On his delivery salary, it wasn't the kind of thing he would have budgeted for.

Standing up, his eyes darted around the room. Joints ached, his body stiff like it hadn't moved in hours. He was in a bedroom that wasn't his own, yet there was something familiar about it. A hazy memory floated to the surface like oil on water... a sleeping woman in a bedroom... temptation...

It was important to understand what was happening, but not as important as it was to empty his bladder. He felt like he hadn't relieved himself in days. Moving gingerly across the carpet, his large breasts bouncing freely in his overly-tight t-shirt, he moved to the hallway and looked left and right. At the end to his left, an slightly open door displayed a linoleum floor and what looked like a tub. Exactly what he needed.

Soon he was sitting on the toilet, shivering as relief washed over him. His bladder often felt full after a night's sleep, but this was more. He felt as if somehow his bladder had been squished, wrung out like a sponge. Once he had finished, he wiped the end of his penis with some toilet paper, washed his hands, and examined himself in the mirror. He was a mess. His hair held the shape of the VR helmet and his clothes were, for some reason, ill-fitting.

Next to the vanity, sitting on a blue laundry hamper, was a pink fluffy towel and a set of neatly folded clothes. Ignoring his reflection for a moment, Kelli ran his fingers over the material, then picked up each piece, one by one. A sports bra, panties, yoga pants, all in his size! How lucky could he be? While he didn’t know whose house he was in, he was sure that the owners wouldn’t begrudge him borrowing some clothes while he sorted himself out.

A moment later steam began to fill the room as Kelli found the perfect temperature for his shower. He shed his current clothes, dropping each article in the garbage, a feeling of confidence that he would never again need them. Why would he? Kelli had never been a fashion-forward man, but the clothes he had been wearing were hideous, embarrassing.

The water was divine. Aches melted away as Kelli enjoyed the fruity smelling body wash. There was a razor on the tub rim, and he took advantage of it, ridding himself of his unsightly leg hair, armpit hair, even shaping his pubic hair. How had he let it get so out of control? Once he was back home he would have to address his daily schedule to make sure he had enough time for self-care.

Home.

Yes, he did need to get home. As he rinsed his body off memories flicked through his consciousness like flashes of distant lightening. There was a delivery. There was a voice. There was a woman.

Yes! The woman! This was the house where the woman lived, the one he wanted to be with.

Again the memories slipped away. Try as he might, it seemed like his mind was as soapy as his body had been. Every time he held onto the past, it dropped out of his thoughts. What Kelli had was the present.

Water off, the young man grabbed the fluffy towel and stepped out of the tub. His reflection reminded him of what a foolish outfit he had been wearing before. Why would a man with a tiny waist and huge breasts think that jeans and a t-shirt would be flattering? They hadn’t fit, nor had they showcased.

The purple sports bra and yoga pants, on the other hand, were perfect. His large mannish breasts, two features he was particularly proud of, were in display for anyone who cared to notice. And the tights perfectly accentuated the way his penis was snugly tucked into the panties. Yes, whoever that woman was, if he met her in the house, she’d know what kind of man she was dealing with.

Dressed, he paused. His face seemed pale compared to the bold colour of his new clothes. Casting his eyes around, a single tube of red lipstick was on the vanity counter. Had that been there before? Doubt was washed away by the knowledge that lipstick didn’t just appear out of thin air. That would be ludicrous.

Without hesitation Kelli puckered his lips and used the lipstick the way he’d seen his mother do so many times before. It was true that he had never been formally taught, but it was part of growing up, part of becoming a man, recognizing what useful skills were being modelled that he could pick up. His father would be proud.

A rumble in his stomach told Kelli that he should eat. There was probably food at home, but something tickled his mind telling him to grab a bite here before he left. Downstairs he padded on bare feet. There was a well-stocked kitchen intuitively placed overlooking the back yard, and Kelli made himself at home.

First he quenched his thirst. Pitcher of water stood on the counter, and Kelli poured himself two glasses in quick succession, surprised at how thirsty he was. The lipstick he left on the glass rim made him smile knowing that he looked as good as he did.

Then he opened the fridge. While he was starving, he knew that he didn’t want anything heavy. First he pulled out a cucumber, then a large container of vanilla yogurt. A salad might be nice, perhaps a boiled egg. Flipping the lid off the yogurt, Kelli dipped the cucumber in, slathered it in the white substance, and slid it into his mouth as if it was the most natural way to eat. His tongue lolled over the bumpy surface while he sucked, deeper and deeper down his throat, no gag reflex to be found. Again and again he dipped, enjoying both the feeling and the flavour, until the tub was empty.

Realizing how much he had eaten, and not wanting to put on weight, Kelli settled on just the cucumber. He sliced it up, daintily slipping each well-sucked piece into his mouth. It wasn’t the most filling, but he loved that it was nutritious.

Thirst quenched, hunger sated, clean, and dressed, Kelli decided it was time to leave. He left the kitchen and walked barefoot to the front door. He reached down and touched the brushed metal of the door handle.

Kelli

The voice spoke directly into Kelli’s mind. It sounded so much like his own, while at the same time so alien.

It is not yet your time to leave. She is not yet yours.

“Hello?” Kelli asked in a quiet, nervous voice.

Upstairs

His feet were moving before his head told them to move. The experience should have been frightening, but it felt inexplicably exciting, a bubble of anticipation rising in his tiny stomach. One foot in front of the other, Kelli soon found himself upstairs. A door which had been closed slowly and silently opened on its own.

Her

There she was. A flood of recognition hit him. Leopard print leggings, a black belly shirt, breasts as big as his own. Her head was stuck in a VR helmet, just as Kelli’s had been, but that did nothing to disguise her beautiful auburn hair, cascading down over her shoulders in gentle waves.

He wanted her.

You are not ready. She will be soon. You must play to win.

The game! Kelli had been playing a VR game before! He remembered the offer of the woman earlier from the voice, that she would be perfect for him, but that he had to commit to the game.

She was beautiful, and Kelli knew that despite being a handsome young man, he would be hard pressed to have a woman like that pay attention to him. And so, breasts bouncing with every stride, Kelli found himself back in front of his own VR rig. All thoughts of home were gone. What Kelli wanted, what he needed, was this woman.

He strapped himself in amd returned to Girl World.