As I was walking to the car to head home, I received a text from Mike letting me know he was going to head to my house after work. Well fuck, I thought. My old job was closer to the house, so there is no way I could beat him.
I text Susan to warn her, and she said she would take care of it. I drove the rest of the way home in a panic. I wasn't sure how Mike would react to my news. If he went back and told the office, I would be in the situation I was trying to avoid when I decided to change jobs.
When I pulled in the drive, I saw Mike's truck by the curb, but he was not in it. I tried hard to collect myself, straightened up and headed for the door, trying to hold my head high.
I took a deep breath and stepped inside. That's when I found Mike and John (the old me with short hair) standing in the kitchen drinking beer. Carla stood nearby, staring at my best friend with hungry eyes.
"You must be Johnna!" Mike said cheerfully. I had to fight not to look at the bulge in his pants. "John was just telling me all about his cousin who had just moved to town. He didn't tell me how beautiful you were."
"Thank you...uh, sir," I stammered.
"Call me Mike," he said with a flirtatious smile. He reach out and took my hand, kissing it softly. "And call me any time."
"Smooth, jackass," Susan said, which made him laugh.
We spent the remainder of the evening just like old times, except I was the third wheel and not the best friend. He did, however, keep glancing at me throughout the night. Susan introduced Carla as Johnna's best friend, and explained at "Susan" was working late.
As he was leaving, Mike told me how nice it was to meet me and shook my hand, discreetly slipping me a piece of paper with his phone number on it. I slipped it into my pocket.
"How are you me?" I asked "I mean the old me."
"When I got on the app, it was different," Susan said. " It now says Alpha at the top."
I pulled out my phone and looked. My version now said Beta. I guess it knew me well.
"When I went to change into you, thinking I was going to need to shave my head or something, I had new options," Susan said. "I didn't get to explore them, but saw that one was to change hair styles...so I did."
"Well, glad that worked out," I said.
Susan grabbed me and pulled me to her, officially welcoming me home with a kiss.
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