The Diner

In an isolated corner booth of LJ's Diner, Guy picked at his meal like it was an autopsy. He shuffled fries and looked in his burger and adjusted his straw over and over. Wendell sat across from him in a small window side booth and looked at the sad display over a plate of pie he'd wanted. Wendell had worked up an appetite after the very public display he and Guy had put on earlier.

What's he so bummed about? Regretting the sex maybe? He seemed to like it at the time. He had so much fun he didn't want to leave his skin.

"So...Guy," Wendell tried to lighten the mood a bit, "feels pretty good to put a couple of jerks in their place, yeah?"

"Yeah...I guess."

"Well, there's a lot of 'em on campus."

"That's true... Wendell," Guy said looking up from his plate, "why did you put on Stacy? Ya know the first time before the party yesterday?"

"Uhh...I dunno, she was making these moans when I...well when I had sex with her."

Guy raised an eyebrow at this. Wendell had neglected to mention that fact to Guy in his explanation.

"And..." Wendell continued, "I just sorta did it. Wanted to check out what it felt like."

"Do you like it?"

"What?"

"Being a girl, uhh..woman?"

"I like cumming. And the tits were pretty nice I guess."

"Huh," Guy said returning to his plate.

"Why? Did you not like it? If so, you could've fooled me."

"No-I...its.." Guy said, "Did you feel...weak? No...not weak, but powerless, or uhh...like a loss of control?" Guy was playing with his drink straw.

"You mean," Wendell said leaning in, "like, did I start saying I was a slut and wanting anal? No."

"Hey," Guy said letting go of his straw and looking to Wendell, "I know that I...did that. But...like...did you feel comfortable being...smaller, and less...ya know...strong...I guess?"

"Uh...no not really. I felt a bit empowered actually, mostly 'cause you were all over me, especially as Kleo. Also, I'm like a half foot shorter than you, man. I'm already smaller than everybody else."

"Yeah..."

"You...ok?

"Yes...," Guy said, looking out the window at the glowing headlights of passing cars. "I'm just not sure what this means."

"What what means?"

"You and I..." Guy trailed off, and then he looked back to his plate. He picked up a fry and took a pathetic nibble. "Wendell, would you sleep with me like this? In our own bodies?"

It's just a bit of fun really...isn't it?

Wendell sized up Guy. He was tall, with near flawless skin, and a healthy muscular physique. He had a youthful and slightly boyish face. He was like an off-brand James Dean, and Wendell didn't feel a single twitch. No, he probably couldn't sleep with Guy like this. Controlling him and cramming his face into Kleo's groin had not involved penetration and he really didn't have to look at Guy, but in a feminine body it was a bit different. He had managed to actually orgasm looking him right in the face.

"Uhh...no Guy...probably not."

"So last night, I know you said you wanted some payback" Guy said, "but why did you sleep with me? Why not something else? Shoot me with the ray and make me embarrass myself publicly or something?"

"Well...I was in Stacy...and.."

Man, I really didn't think about it too much. I just kinda did it.

"I was in Stacy," Wendell continued, "and you were there. And I got really angry looking at you with Kleo and Amy and just got...well wet. Really wet."

"What does this make us?" Guy looked up to Wendell.

Man he seems kinda messed up.

"I'm not....really sure. You don't have to keep doing this, ya know? You can just go back to the football team and your normal life. No harm, no foul? Nobody would know."

Guy narrowed his eyes a bit and looked out the window once more. After a heavy, silent breath, he turned back to Wendell. "I don't think I could."