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Chapter 3 by Mr Nice Guy Mr Nice Guy

What's next?

Charity

A moment later the world came back to Tim, first the sound of the bus, then the feel of its morion. Finally, as the disorientation began to lift, his vision returned too. It didn’t seem like a lot of time had passed, although it was difficult to tell looking around.

He took stock. The passengers seemed familiar, so whatever had happened to him must have been momentary. There was one odd thing, though: Tim was in the wrong seat.

“Charity, are you alright?” An unfamiliar male voice was speaking in close proximity to Tim. As one does on public transit, he tuned it out.

“Charity,” the man said the name again.

Then Tim felt a poke in the ribs. He turned to his right to find the man who had gotten on the bus with that gorgeous woman was now sitting right next to him.

“What the hell, man?” Tim said angrily.

“Sorry, sweetie,” the man said, blushing slightly, “you weren’t responding, and I was worried.”

“Sweetie?” Tim said, doubly confused. Why was this guy sitting with him, and where was that walking wet dream he’d boarded with? And why was Tim suddenly sitting on at the front of the bus, when he had clearly been at the back before?

He turned to look at his former seat and his eyes went wide.

There she was. The woman, that amazingly beautiful woman, was sitting in his old seat. But that wasn’t all. She had changed.

Yes, she was still tall, attractive, and stacked, but she looked different. For one thing, she had not one speck of makeup on her face. Her thick, juicy lips looked just like thick juicy lips, not thick juicy painted lips. For another thing, her long red hair was now short-cropped red hair.

But the craziest thing was that she was wearing Tim’s clothes.

The jeans and sneakers could have belonged to anyone, but the ironic band t-shirt that held her bra-free breasts was unmistakably his.

She had a sad, far off look in her eyes, how he must have looked just moments earlier, as he thought about his failed love life. He felt empathy for the woman, realizing that she must be feeling what he had been feeling earlier.

Wait.

Did that mean…

Tim looked down on his body.

What did he see?

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