A parking lot for some fun.

The other place where we usually try to meet is in the parking lot after work. Of course, that only works part of the time because of a certain problem.

“Is your dad around?” I ask when I meet her next to her car.

“No, he had a bunch of paperwork to finish up, so he's not following me home today. Hop in.”

I don't have a car, I take the bus to work. We can't let anyone know that we're hooking up because her parents would kill her if they found out she was dating a guy who isn't Asian. So she's only able to give me a ride occasionally. Her car is 20 years old and uses more oil than gas, but it's more car than I have.

On the way home, we stop in a bank parking lot and make out. I know I keep harping on her hair, but it really is nice to run my hands through it. Huge improvement on the buzz cut.

“Hey, Krys?” I say, interrupting the kissing. “Do you really not remember what happened yesterday?”

She keeps giving my neck little kisses as she talks. “The part where I blew you or the part where we almost got caught?”

“The part where time froze and your hair went from a buzz cut to long?”

She pulls back. “Did you hit your head or something?”

“No! Wait, actually, yes.” Did that golf ball to the head give me a concussion? Has her hair always been long, but then the blowjob made all the blood rush to my dick and the lack of blood in my head gave me a brain... something? Do I have a brain something?

“Nevermind.”

Krys ignores me and unbuttons my pants. She stares into my eyes intently as she reaches into my boxers and starts jerking me off slowly. She really likes eye contact during this stuff. I find it pretty hot, too. She brings her hand out and spits on it, then puts it back in my pants and gets to work. Her hand is small, but surprisingly firm.

“Oh, that feels good,” I say. “God, that feels really good, Krys!”

“Yeah? You like it when I jerk your big cock?”

“Yeah, it feels so good!”

“Do you like it when I jerk your big, white cock?”

I don't know why she always mixes in race play. Maybe she's mad at her parents. Dammit, now I'm thinking about Mr. Ito! Focus!

“Yes, it feels good, Krys! It feels... really... good!”

Krys presses her lips against mine as I cum. I really can't kiss her back as I blow my load, but it feels good.

When I'm done, Krys pulls her hand out of my boxers and holds it up. It's covered with my spunk. “Crap, I think I'm out of tissues.”

I smile. “Don't let it go to waste! It's delicious!”

She sticks out her tongue at me. Then she rolls her eyes and sticks her fingers in her mouth and sucks everything off them.

The world stops and everything but us goes black and white again.

“Fuck!” I yell. “Again?”

“Yes, again,” says Krys in that monotone like she's in a trance. Her eyes look like glass.

“Krys? Do you remember the last time this happened?”

“Yes. I remember. I had short hair. You made me change it.”

“So you remember having short hair?”

She nods. “Yes. On my thirteenth birthday my mom yelled at me for looking like a boy. On my thirteenth birthday my mom said I looked beautiful as she braided my hair.”

Wow. She remembers two versions of history. I have to figure out what's going on. “Okay, so, we changed your life. Maybe we can change mine?”

She squints, looking far away at nothing. “I... I don't know.”

“Let's keep it simple. I have long hair.” I can always cut it if this works.

Krys shakes her head super slowly. “No, you have short hair.”

“I have long hair.”

In a complete monotone, she says, “You have short hair, moron.”

Alright, we can rule out changing me. Let's double check changing her. “You have an athletic build.”

The thing happens. There's a ghost image of Krys laid on top of the real Krys. The ghost image is of a thinner, much more fit version of Krys.

“I have an ath... no, why are you changing me? You said you liked having something extra to grab.” It's still a monotone, no hint of hurt in her voice, but this is a normal thing for Krystina to say. The ghost image disappears.

“You have an athletic build,” I instist.

“I have an... athletic... but I like the way I look.”

“You have an athletic build.”

“I have... an athletic... build.” The ghost image starts getting really sharp.

“You have... wait. Is this just changing your past? The last one made it like you had never cut your hair, is this just making it so that you have a history of working out more?”

The ghost image fades as Krys shrugs.

“Let's try this. You're really hot, with an athletic build and a pretty face with gorgeous green eyes.”

“I'm really hot... with an athletic build and a pretty... you don't think I'm pretty?” For a moment there is a flicker of a very different Krys.

“You're really hot, with an athletic build and a pretty face with gorgeous green eyes.”

“I'm really... hot, with an athletic build and a... pretty face with gorgeous... no, my eyes are brown. Why are you changing me? I like my eyes.” Her voice and expression are still lifeless, and the ghost image of a hotter Krys fades again.

“We have to find out what is happening, Krys. You're really hot, with an athletic build and a pretty face with gorgeous green eyes.”

“I'm really hot, with an athletic build and a... pretty face with... gorgeous green eyes.” The image of the new Krys starts to solidify.

“You're really hot, with an athletic build and a pretty face with gorgeous green eyes.”

“I'm really hot, with an athletic build and a pretty face with gorgeous green eyes.”

Instantly, I'm sitting on a bus.

“What the fuck!”

The other people sitting around me turn and stare at me. I look out the window and see that we're pulling up to my stop. I get off the bus and look around.

“What the fuck?!” I yell to the empty bus stop.