DRIVE

Billy couldn’t help but feel upbeat at being able to interact with the land of the living again. It hadn’t been that long since his passing, yet it still appeared he had already forgotten some of the minute details that came with truly being alive. Everything filtered through Alexis’ senses was just much sharper in contrast to the world he experienced in his ghostly form: from the sight of colours around him, to the sound of his now soft voice, to the taste of cherry lip balm on his tongue. He had no clue if this also had something to do with a difference in biology, but he felt a thrill course his body at this new chapter his partaking in, nonetheless. Though, with all the benefits of a new body still came some teething problems Billy found himself coming to grips with.

Embarrassingly, he had almost stumbled over a few times, being thrown off by his out-of-wack balance, drawing poorly disguised comments of derision and snickers from some passers-by.

“Mind your own business, skanks!” He croaked specifically at a group of people standing by some wooden benches, laughing at his misfortunes.

The three nearby women gasped at the course language and went about on their way looking indignant. Billy was some distance behind Martha and consequently didn’t have to worry so much about being overheard.

He had attempted to compensate for his lack of coordination by taking smaller, more tentative steps. However, he soon found that if he focused less on walking and allowed Alexis’s muscle memory to take over, her body could walk with more ease and rapidly make up for the shortfall in his lack of feminine gracefulness. Still, Billy was glad he had managed to quickly get over the initial hiccup.

The display in the corner Martha observed in the corner of her eye mildly amused her. She thought her daughter was being overdramatic to demonstrate some displeasure with her parenting concerns, in pushing herself when she was unwell. It was no wonder as she, herself, could also be very stubborn when push came to shove. Whatever point her daughter was trying to communicate with her actions she seemed to think better off as they got in her car and drove off.

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During the car ride, Billy feigned tiredness to avoid being questioned about the details of Alexis' life. This was because accessing her memories was proving to be a massive challenge currently. He could sort of glean impressions of her life when probed with questions by her mom if he concentrated but it wasn’t nearly as intuitive as he had hoped.

Searching her mind was kind of like reading up on a book with all the answers needed for a test, right at his disposal; even with the knowledge readily available, there was still a frustrating delay in finding, absorbing, and giving all the correct responses in real-time while amid an active conversation. Maybe with more practice or experimentation, he could make the whole process seamless. For now, it wasn’t worth the hassle of engaging in a conversation he wasn’t particularly interested in, to begin with, but was being pressed on by Alexis’s mother.

“Won’t you shut the fuck up already, you annoying bitch…” he muttered.

“What was the honey? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Nothing Mom. Everything’s grand.” Billy had accidentally said in response without thinking, from the backseat. But at this point, he frankly couldn’t be arsed to put in the effort to engage, only taking some time to grunt affirmatives when he felt it was appropriate.

He slouched over to the side, blowing a loose strand of hair out of his face.

Martha was already testing his patience, chattering away about everything from the missed shopping trips they were supposed to go on in the upcoming week, to the different bullshit remedies he should do to improve his health and speed up his recovery. But already he had enough of her annoying voice.

Billy’s people skills had never been a particularly strong point of his and there was only so much he could tolerate being confined in one place without some form of entertainment to keep his full attention.

To distract himself, he tried to enjoy the feel of Alexis’s peachy, round butt on the plush leather seats of the top-of-the-range SUV. His arousal had been present, simmering in the background of his senses since he had possessed Alexis. It now came back in full ****, as he decided to indulge a bit in the unique sensations that came with being female.

Billy decided to ramp things up and stealthily pressed his hand against his crouch. The seatbelt he was wearing got in the way, causing general discomfort in a way that almost turned off. Readjusting it in a way that it wouldn’t further crush his constricted chest was a pain to deal with. However, with some trial and error, he managed to get everything settled into place and he was ready to explore to his hearts delight.

He began stroking himself, at first merely investigating the area with a few experimental touches. Once more self-assured, he used his index finger to trace the impression of his mound – narrowly splitting the slightly puffed lips – in a come-hither motion. The skirt he was wearing barely covered up the movement at all. It was only the fact that Martha had fixed eyes on the road and continued to be engaged in a conservation seemingly in her own world that saved him from being caught masturbating behind her. The taboo of the situation sent his heart pumping in anticipation, allowing him to generate a nice warm buzz of horniness in Alexis’s body.

He marvelled at the sensitivity he could feel through the thin barrier of separation, causing the build-up of growing waves of pleasure far more potent than he had ever experienced before.

Soon his underwear was sticky with the beginnings of strings of wetness. Billy knew he couldn’t take things too far, knowing the slick sounds of the fabric would likely attract further unwanted attention. Already, Billy saw Martha take a tentative sniff of the air, subconsciously wondering where the sudden pungent smell was coming from, briefly mingling with the fruity scent of the air of the car air freshener.

In response, Martha raised her window and blasted the air con to stave off the heat, assuming the offending smell was coming from somewhere outside.

Throughout all this Billy made sure to play innocent, lying still so as not to immediately give the game away when he felt eyes glance in his direction before dismissing him and the notion that he could ever be the culprit. When the heat was off him, Billy decided to be bold and bring his fingers to his plump lips to suck on some of the juices he had produced, perversely sampling the sweet taste, while releasing a low moan of delight.

Mercifully, their trip was short as they drove through the more upscale side of town. Billy’s eyes darted between the luxurious houses, as they zigzagged up a hill overseeing the entire city. They eventually came to a stop upon some big black iron gates, before they swung up and made way their way up a long-curved driveway, surrounded by a finely attended lawn, to a stylish house that made him silently whistle in appreciation for its size, modern, high-end design, and attention to detail.

As Billy exited the car, he heard a commotion coming from the front of the house. He could hear a loud voice approaching as he unloaded his bag from the backseat. He couldn’t really make out what the voice was saying but judging from the tone, he could tell the person inside was incensed by something.

So, Billy’s recent escapades were temporarily forgotten, as he wondered what exactly was going on?