Spliffs, TikTok, and pizza

We were watching a stream of videos with vigorous dancing, skits, terrible puns, and so forth. Greg thought it was a bit disjointed at first, but soon we were both giggling like maniacs as we smoked and watched.

"Fuck, these kids have reinvented Dadaism," he says. "If this had been around twenty years ago, I would have done nothing else."

"It's pretty great," I nodded in agreement.

"It has the juice," Greg added, a snicker escaping from him. I snorted involuntarily, and in a completely undignified way, which made Greg laugh more.

We were both acting so stupid. It was great.

There was a knock at the door. I perked right up. "The pizza," I said. I waved Greg to come with me, excited to answer the door. I felt my boobs jiggle slightly as I headed to the door. This was pretty surreal, but being stoned somehow made it easier to cope with it. Greg followed by reflex at my beckoning.

Greg stood up against the wall, doing his best to look nonchalant, and not like a grown man who had been laughing at corn on the internet. I steeled myself as though I were about to scale a fence, and then opened the door.

On the other side was a woman with mousy brown hair and a modest chest, wearing a practical black blouse, and a shortish dress. Her insulated bag was resting on the ground. On seeing me, she quickly did a deep curtsey.

I felt my knees bend, as I made my own curtsey to the delivery woman. If I was slightly clumsy, it was actually much more due to being high than lack of practise: my body apparently had long experience with greeting women this way.

We both rose, and then moved to clasp each others' forearms, the second half of the greeting custom I'd invented for this switch.

"Solidarity, sister," the delivery woman stated, firmly but without intonation. I replied the same back, with a slight delay.

Formalities over with, the delivery woman picked up the insulated bag and opened it. She took in my state and spied Greg through the door. "A snack for a little party, I take it?"

"We haven't actually had dinner yet. I'm sooo looking forward to this."

The delivery woman looked impressed as she unpacked the two pizza boxes. "If I were you, I'd have ordered seven pizzas by now," she said.

"We're not young any more, sadly!" Greg called from inside.

The delivery woman smiled a polite but friendly smile. "Okay, that's it!"

"Thanks," I said. She then leaned forward for the polite farewell custom I'd devised. I felt myself lean forward as well. Our lips parted, and our tongues danced against each other lightly, for half a second. We then both straightened up, and the deliverywoman nodded at me and Greg. "Good night," she called.

"Good night," Greg called. I took a moment to catch my breath, and echoed them.

I felt as though I was melting a bit in my panties.

Greg smiled. "You know, your lady-greeting customs must have ... have been invented by lesbians. I wish it... It weren't so hard to find, to find how everyday things like, like, like that get started."

I couldn't help but giggle. Greg looked at me with confusion, which made me giggle even harder. I doubled up in front of him, my face frozen in girlish glee. "I need the toilet," I squeaked in a comically high-pitched voice as I hobbled to the bathroom.

When I emerged, and had gotten control of my lungs again, we ate our pizzas, and watched more TikTok. The two of us slumped into one another slightly as we watched and chatted. We must have kept at it for a couple of hours.

I got up again at some point to use the toilet again. I'd gone a few steps, and was suddenly a man again.

Greg sat up. "Woah. That's a rush." He looked to me. "Hi there, John."

I blinked a few times. "This feels like I mainlined a litre of coffee."

Greg nodded slowly and soberly. "I wouldn't say it's a bad way to come down, but it's definitely a bit abrupt." He paused. "John, normally in a situation like this, I'd want to stick around and have a talk about how we feel about this. But all this... It's been intense. I need some time to myself to digest everything that's happened." He burped, and looked surprised. "And, I suppose, the pizza as well."

I considered how my stomach felt, and spotted the pizza boxes on the countertop. They seem to have been transported there from the floor, where I remember us having haphazardly left them. "It looks as though we still ate the pizza, even if we didn't smoke any pot. There's some continuity, maybe with the things that could plausibly happen in both worlds."

Greg nodded. He looked to me intently. "How are you doing, John? How do you feel?"

I considered. "I feel really good," I say. "The best I've felt in a long time, actually."

Greg nodded. "That's good. I'm in a good mood as well. But I need to examine some things for myself, as well as I can, before I forget." He looked at me searchingly. "I don't remember everything about what happened tonight, but it has been a very interesting evening. And a nice one too. I hope you won't mind talking about it some time soon. I might benefit from a debrief myself... but I also hope you'll come to me if you need to talk about it."

"Of course, Greg," I replied. I came to hug him: he hesitated as he raised his own arms, but then clasped me firmly.

"Thanks for coming," I told him. "I really appreciate it."

"Anytime," he replied. "Maybe take things easy for the rest of the night. Have a good night's sleep. If you need to talk tomorrow, call me."

"I will," I promised.

I led him to the door. As he was leaving, a thought occurred to me. "One last thing, Greg. Was there something else that you thought I'd wanted to tell you tonight, before I showed you the device?"

Greg looked at me with something almost like surprise. He smiled a friendly but mysterious grin. "It's late. Ask me that again some day," he said. "Good night... John."