A new me

Many people would probably have just made Charlie not notice anything. It would have been simpler. It would have solved the problem immediately. I know that I was making life harder for myself by refusing to change her, but I was choosing to do that. I did find it interesting she had noticed Sharon and not Beth, given Beth had been going on longer and much closer to home (by which I mean in her home and in her bed). I was not going to give up my fun, but I had a plan to head off any further issues with Charlie. She had noticed Sharon eyeing me up, but she couldn't well notice someone eying up another guy. And this fit into a plan I had been sitting on for a while.

The sight of Debbie Kowalski in her swimsuit at the Christmas party was the inspiration I needed to proceed. I had been holding off doing anything major at the office to see how things progressed with Sharon, but now that I had her I was removing my self-imposed restriction there. I could plant the idea of my attractiveness in her mind and wait for her to seduce me (but I already did that with Sharon); I could seduce her (but I basically did that with Beth); I could call her into my office and tell her to take off her clothes and spread her legs (but I did that all the time with random people and while I liked it, I also found it impersonal and it wouldn't have been worth the buildup). I wanted this to be as 'natural' as possible, and Debbie Kowalski was a young college girl, so wouldn't she naturally want to be with a young college guy?

I had considered this for a while. While I had Power make me nice and fit for my age, and I did some small physical modifications like making myself bigger anytime I was with Sharon, I hadn't changed myself entirely, and I was interested to try. Since she had inspired this, what were the characteristics of Debbie Kowalski's dream guy? Education, a bit of sophistication, successful professional/managerial types (other than my age, maybe I wouldn't have been so far off from her preferences), just out of college or in grad school, moderately 'hunky', physically fit (though not with insane muscles; no Schwarzenegger types).

Since I hadn't done this before, I decided to try it out for a day instead of going directly after Debbie, to see how comfortable I could be in a new skin. So in mid-January, I went and got a room at the nearby Ritz instead of going to work (no one cared) and transformed myself. After looking my new form over in the mirror, I concluded it was not bad. I wished I looked this good when I was really 23. In this form, I was going to go by Tom O'Malley (my great grand father's name). I had included reasonable wealth in my backstory, and went with a story about selling off several biotech breakthroughs while in college, which I had just graduated from. I was now taking it easy while I considered various offers of funding for a new company (which of course I would never start, it was just fluff). That would explain the source of my money, why I was unemployed and not worried about it, and I could make up some mumbo jumbo to scare people off if asked to discuss specifics.

I grabbed a maid who was walking by for a test drive and pounded her into the bed hard, with her believing I would pay her a huge sum of money for the privilege (it worked once so why change tactics). My new body was much more energetic, even though of course my real body had been optimized for sex. But this me was younger, and I found I wanted to fuck her harder and fuck her more than normal. A couple hours later, and about 10 orgasms a piece, she got back to work, only wondering why she was a bit sore. I had tuned things a bit to my liking and was happy with this body; I was planning to keep using this form even after I had Debbie, whenever I wanted to have sex as a younger guy (and given the differences in feelings, I would; it wasn't outright better, just different).

I drove out to the UT Austin campus to see how Tom O'Malley did wit a test group of Debbie Kowalski's classmates. I had designed this body to be attractive and wanted to see if I could get anywhere without cheating. I did give myself a stupid fancy car to show off, which drew the expected stares as I pulled up to the university. I walked around campus for a bit, not really going anywhere, just to see how much attention of could get from college girls. I noticed plenty of staring and a few hushed conversations in my wake, so I took that as a good sign.

Several students were manning various tables in the Library vestibule, advertised clubs, Greek life, etc. (it being winter they were doing this inside instead of in front). One table had a pretty young redhead who was particularly frank in her admiration. This was a good opening, so I walked over to her and put out my hand. "Hi, I'm Tom O'Malley. Like what you see?" I said, perhaps a bit cockily. "You're cute," she replied, laughing and shaking my hand. "But too conceited." I had to give her that, given my introduction, so I let it slide and decided I had tested enough and wanted to have some more fun.

"How about just a quick fuck then?" I replied, shocking her with my brazenness. "What the he... " she began to say, but then Power changed it to, "Sure, where?" She seemed puzzled by her response, but nonetheless went along with it as I pulled her up. I looked around and spotted an interesting table for a group protesting the wearing of fur. I lead her over there. "How about here," I suggested to her, turning to the woman at the table. "Excuse me miss, would you mind moving some of these pamphlets somewhere else? We need this table for a fuck," I said to her. "Sure, go ahead," the lady at the table replied, sweeping all her pamphlets and material off the table and onto the ground and moving out into the crowd, beginning to verbally accost people passing by like some anti-fur Jehovah's Witness.

"Okay, uh, what's your name?" I asked the redhead, then decided I didn't really care. My point had been proven; she was interested in me physically. I just wanted to fuck now. "Actually, that's okay, whatever your name is, just bend over the table here." The girl gave me a shocked look, then much to her own surprise bent over the table anyway. "My name is Lana," she supplied anyway. "What's going on? You can't fuck me here."

"Of course I can," I replied. "Nobody cares. Now pull up that skirt and let's get to it."

She did pull it up around her waist, and I reached in and pulled her panties away and they fell to the ground, as the crowd continued going about their business. The anti-fur girl was inadvertently getting people to avoid the area so as not to talk to her, though many people were giving Lana's cunt appreciative looks as they went past. I waved her off and she moved to another part of the lobby, allowing more people to get good look at Lana's exposed cunt; she was blushing furiously, no doubt wanting to get up and leave but staying bent over the table waiting for me. I just pulled my dick out and stuck my cock right in her sweet little slit, going straight to pounding her directly into the table doggy style. There wasn't much to it, just the standard in and out, but I just wanted to get off quickly with a college girl, and having people watching was turning me on. I made a show of it, with people now actively coming over to watch and comment appreciatively at the hot scene. I let everyone in on the fun, and soon a large crowd had gathered to watch up as they played with themselves, guys jerking off and girls fondling their boobs or with hands in their panties. A few couples were practicing mutual masturbation, but I didn't let a general orgy break out. I pounded into Lana for a bit until the table started to feel like it might developed structural issues (it was just one of those cheap portable folding plastic ones, so collapse was a real possibility). I came hard in her and made sure she also had a good orgasm as a reward for helping with my test. Anyone in the crowd who hadn't cum yet also did so, and we got a round of applause from the crowd to go with our orgasm. When I pulled out of her, she just stood back up, pulled up her panties, and then got down to help anti-fur girl pick up her leaflets. I usually erase peoples' memories of seeing me fucking in public, but this time I decided to have everyone remember it, just think none of it was odd. I didn't know it, but there were several families that would be enjoying perfectly normal stories for years to come about that day some guy fucked a girl over the table in the library, which was a most interesting thing that happened to them in college.

I thanked Ms. Anti-Fur for the use of her table, complimented Lana on being a good fuck, which drew a confused smile (she was both happy to be complimented and still unclear on why she had done what she did) and returned to my car.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil