You have to stay.

In that moment, you can’t help yourself, you think the answer, “I have to stay.” The instant you do, the girl under you unleashes an impossible blast of cum that blows you into the air. You are suspended for an extended second. The world shifts around you. She vanishes, as does everything else. Then in but a blink, you fall onto a twin size bed covered in a big soft blanket that is styled to look like it was covered in splotches of bright multicolored paint. The cum and other bodily fluids are gone as well, you feel dry, and are still naked. The room is styled simply, with a very inexpensive desk and folding chair, the bed, a dresser, and a small looking closet with fake wood sliding doors. A door leads out of the room, and is open. From the angle you can see what looks like a hallway, with a window, it is still nighttime.

Looking around, there is a picture of four sexy women posed as if about to kiss on the wall, each holding a glass of red **** with a bottle in the bottom corner and the logo, “Forbidden Fruit”. On the desk, there is a surface tablet with a keyboard attached, the time of 6 am pops on and an alarm that sounds like an old telephone goes off. You slide off the bed and poke the screen to silence the alarm. The computer wakes up and a photo of your work schedule pops up, looks like you have to be at somewhere called “Al’s Pizza” at 10am. “Four hours, why am I up so early?” Your voice sounds nice. “Fuck, I wonder what I look like.” You hop out of bed and head into the hallway. There is a door out, you are in a mobile home. Down the hall, is a bathroom, a little laundry area, a second bedroom, then it opens into a living room and you can even see beyond that is the kitchen. There is carpet basically everywhere and the place seems rather old, but clean.

Walking on new slender sexy legs is odd, you have a rather fluid stride. The bathroom is unimpressive, a mirror over a sink and counter, a small cabinet to the right, a shower with sliding doors and a sort of large toilet. Turning your attention to the mirror. You are pleasantly surprised by your appearance. She was definitely right when she said you were boyish. Your nipples are perky and cute, but your chest is basically flat. Your face is very pretty, but angular enough to seem more teenage boy than young woman, though if your hair was longer and not a bright red pixie cut, that might not be the case. Brown eyes stare back at you, and with your skin tone she was probably pretty accurate with her guess of Brazilian ancestry, but likely mixed with something else. White, black, maybe all three. Your ears, nose, and tongue are pierced.

Self inspection over you are a bit confused at what you have chosen for yourself. You just said goodbye to your life, to be a young woman, that probably gets picked on for looking like a boy, that works in a pizza restaurant and lives in a trailer park in… “Fuck, I don’t even know where I am.” Tears well up. “I’m so stupid.” A bit of a cry, a shower, a bit of self examination, and a nice fluffy towel follows. You exit the bathroom nearly an hour later dry, clean, and not quite as emotionally confused.

Exploring further, you find the second bedroom is actually a workout room. There is one of those fancy machines with all the cables and weights, with a bench, a big heavy ball, and a pink yoga mat. “Neat.” Next you find the living room. It is dominated by a large couch with a coffee table, plus a single recliner, and a maybe 40” tv hanging on the wall. Next is a counter/island, that separates the kitchen from the living room. The kitchen is simple with everything you would expect, plus a rice cooker, a blender, toaster oven, and a microwave. On the island/counter are a set of keys and a bunch of change in a golden metal bowl, and a white and black floppy messenger bag.

Something in your mind sort of says you normally would work out, go for a run, eat a quick egg sandwich, then shower and go to work. “This is so weird.”

Suddenly the doorbell rings and you are instantly reminded that you are still naked. “Oh shit.”