Toys... naughty toys

You soon find yourself lying naked on Allison's bed. Once you're out of the clothes you borrowed from Gwen, you feel a lot more at ease. You've spent time here before, of course, so it's not that hard to get comfortable. Then again, it kind of surprises you that you're able to get this comfortable at all in a body that was so strange to you just this morning.

Allison's on the phone in the other room (her apartment has a bedroom, a bathroom, and a living room) so you take the time to go over the day's events in your mind. There's a lot to process. When you first got that ominous phone call in the morning, you panicked. You were **** to find a way to make these 48 hours go by as quickly and as uneventfully as possible. Now, though... now you really wanted to make the most of the time you had left. This couldn't possibly be what the voice on the phone had in mind, could it? It had sounded so threatening, so... evil. But on the other hand, it had also said this was a game, right? So maybe you're just winning.

Whatever. You're still pissed at that person, whoever it was, who just decided on their own to play around with your body. You don't much care if things are working out the way they wanted. The opinion that matters right now is Allison's.

Are you doing the right thing for her? When you started out you were so sure, but... she's gotten really attached to you, as Sarah. Won't that just make it harder for her, when the time comes? Sarah isn't going to be staying around... no. It isn't that Sarah has to leave, there never was a Sarah to begin with. There's just you, John Doe, and this body you're stuck in, and the name you made up to go with it.

And yet, while you can't deny the logic of that statement, you also somehow know it isn't entirely right. The way Allison looked at you in the parking lot, the orange glow of the sunset shining in her eyes, the feeling of her hand in yours... that was real. The laughter, the tears, the raw emotion, all the way back to that first magical kiss. Everything that happened today between you and Allison... between Allie and Sarah was real. It was more real than anything that had ever happened to you as a boy. You couldn't let that go, at least not yet.

"Aw... I'm so proud of you, Sarah. You aren't even playing with yourself! I think you're really starting to mature as a woman," Allison jokes, standing in the bedroom doorway. You throw a pillow at her, but it misses by more than a foot, at which she laughs even harder. "Hey, I'm in a completely different body from yesterday, so you'll have to cut me a little slack on coordination," you shout in a mock-defensive tone, crossing your arms over your chest and pouting exaggeratedly.

"Oh, don't be mad, Sarah," Allison responds, playing along and talking like she would to a spoiled child, "I got you some special presents!" She holds up the gift bag from before, then reaches into it and pulls out a small, bright pink, sleek plastic object. It takes you a moment to recognize it as a bullet vibrator, and your pussy gushes a little when you do. "This one you can play with tomorrow. It's small, so you can keep it in your pocket, or inside you even when you're wearing clothes. And it comes with this..." she reaches back into the bag and, with a flourish, pulls out a small remote control "...so, I thought, you being so horny all the time, you could use it to get some relief if you were too worked up to make it home."

You give her a quick hug, exclaiming in your best little-girl voice "Oh, Allie, you're the best-est girlfriend ever!" When you pull away, Allison's cheeks are crimson and her lips shut tight. Looks like you carried the little girl act a bit too far. At this point, the smell of your excitement alone makes for a pretty clear reminder that you're a full-grown woman. You drop the act and instead ask in the sultriest voice you can manage "...but what am I going to play with right now?" while running your fingertips across her cheek. She doesn't say anything, just reaches back into the bag and pulls out another vibrator, holding it up with a devilish smile. This one is a bit more phallic in shape... and it's also attached to a harness consisting of several straps. A strap-on.