The subway

As you try to think of a starting location, the only image that comes to mind is the subway network that services the downtown area not far from your apartment's neighborhood...after Charles' example of seeing such scenes on a train, it's all you can really come up with. You figure it's certainly not a bad place to start and that you could still have fun with it...assuming that any of this is even legitimate. For all you know, when you walk through that door, you'll just wake up in your apartment and nothing will be different.

Deciding on the downtown subway trains as your destination of choice, you look to Charles with a nod.

"Got a place in mind, have you?" Charles asks. "Alright then. I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

You give him an affirmative nod as he clasps the metal of the silver handle and pulls backwards, slowly swinging the massive door open. It creaks as a powerful light escapes from its depths, engulfing the area and cutting your vision off entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

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"No, no, that won't do...schedule the meeting for tomorrow."

"You don't seriously think he's gonna ask you out, do you? I don't want you to get your hopes up."

"Babe, I don't feel like cooking today. Let's get take-out, yeah?"

With a blink, you open your eyes as you take a deep breath and stretch your arms. Halfway into your stretch, your hands crash into a railing—looking up, you see it's the handhold for standing passengers in a subway train.

Wait...a subway train?

Taking a good look around you, you find that you are currently seated in a train car zooming around underground beneath the downtown area. You're in the subway...walking through that door actually brought you to the subway? Your mind instantly goes into a frenzy upon trying to figure out how such a thing would even be possible, looking for the most logical answer—

"Don't overthink things. It's that simple."

—but you remember the foreign gentleman's words of advice. Perhaps it might be best to simply accept the fact that you somehow teleported.

You take a look around you to see who is around. There is the usual mix of people in the subway car. Men, women, and a few university students.

A middle-aged woman with shoulder-length brown hair is holding a phone to her ear and having what sounds like a tiring conversation. Whatever it is she's talking about, it seems like it's very important to her. "What do you mean he can't make a meeting for next week? There's no way his schedule is that packed."

Nearby, there is a man in a business suit and a couple of frat boys, and a twenty-something year old blonde with a pixie-cut. The blonde has a pink shirt which is just loose enough to accommodate a couple of D-cups. She seems to notice you looking before your glance moves onwards.

"I'm just going to text him and see when he's free. This meeting absolutely cannot happen today, understand?" the businesswoman continues. You glance back at her, and only just manage to avoid doing a double-take. You slowly look back to avoid drawing attention to yourself while you get another look.

As you suspected, where the businesswoman was seated perfectly normally before, she is now arching her back to thrust her chest outwards.

It would be a plausible pose if she were holding it for half a second to stretch, but she is clearly holding it longer than a woman would naturally do. You take a quick look around. Nobody else seems to have noticed the strange posture of the businesswoman.

"Ungh," the businesswoman grunts. You look back, and see the businesswoman take off her bra from under her blouse, one-handed while still on the phone. She looks you in the eyes as she does it.

She arches her back over more, her nipples now showing duskily through her blouse. "You know that he's doing this to make me look bad in front of the board, right?" she says. Her voice seems as though it's directed at you, and she's certainly looking in your direction. She glances down at your crotch, where your member is starting to swell from the attention.

"The deadline isn't even today," she says, gently pushing her chest at you, as she plays with a button on her blouse. You are amazed as this behaviour draws no attention whatsoever from the businessman, or even the frat boys.