Lying on his back, Karl slowly comes awake to the sounds of soothing ocean waves emanating from his white noise machine. The tiffany style lamp by his bed is on, and with the red scarf over the shade it gives off a warm pink glow. Removing the therapeutic mask from his eyes and then the hair band, he remembers the dream about Lisa. He smiles momentarily before the memories of the last eight days come crashing in. He really has lost her, he thinks.
Slowly getting up, he wanders into the kitchen to make his morning latte. He is supposed to do a short run this morning, but has not decided if he has it in him. The knowledge that he had gotten shorter yesterday weighs heavily on his mind. Lisa accepted my feminine styles, my voice, and my thin frame, he thinks, but would she be able to accept me if I am barely taller than she is? Sighing heavily, he thinks, it does not matter. She somehow believes I cheated on her with Vicky. It does not matter if I am a five feet tall wimp or a six feet four inch adonis right now, the cheating is in the way. But how could she seriously think I could cheat on her with Vicky? Moreover, how does Lisa think that a hot woman like Vicky with a stud fiance would ever be interested in a skinny guy that looks and sounds like me?
Karl takes the hem of the soft nylon sleep shirt he is wearing and wipes away a stray tear. Sitting down in his kitchen chair waiting for the coffee maker, he pulls his knees up to his chest and hugs his legs with his skinny arms. Karl then rests his cheek on his legs and closes his eyes rocking gently side to side. Smelling the smooth fabric of the nylon gown, he detects the aroma lingering in it. That is Lisa's scent mingled with her favorite perfume. I must not have washed this since she stayed here two weeks ago. Now, I do not think I can ever wash it. It has part of her in it. He shakes his head and gets up to have the latte that has finished brewing. Coffee in hand in his Cinderella cup, Karl continues to sip and reflect as he absently flips through his Runner Girl magazine.
Minutes later, he looks down at his Garmin Lily smart watch and notices the time. Well, if I am gonna run, I better git at it. Walking languidly towards the bedroom, he opens his closet. With a little more effort than normal, he shimmies out of his baby blue nylon bikini panties and kicks them off his foot into the hamper. Two points, he says with a little grin. He then removes the pale blue nylon sleep shirt. Holding it by the fine lace straps he tilts his head staring at it, not only does this smell like Lisa, she is the one that gave this gown to me. It was the first night we slept together at her place. She wanted to show how comfortable she was with my feminine side. So sweet. Carefully placing it on a satin hanger, he puts it back in the closet, brushing the wrinkles out lovingly with his hand. So very sweet.
At this moment, Karl's watch beeps. His Garmin virtual coach is reminding him of his run today. Alright alright, bitch, I hear ya. Pressing the cancel button on the touchscreen, the beeping stops.
Karl pulls a lemon yellow Athleta spandex running tank off its hanger and steps out of the closet. Sliding over to his dresser, he reaches in for some yellow no show running socks and then selects a pair of nearly matching lemon yellow and white running shorts. They are technically shorts and they are technically men's shorts, but they are those things in name only. Barely big enough for his quite substantial package, he steps into them and pulls them up his tanned legs. As he gets to his thighs, they seem to be tighter than they should be. Wondering if he has twisted the waistband he looks down. No, it is not the waistband, he thinks, tilting his head like a confused dog, it is my thighs and hips. They seem wider. Karl hops the three steps over to his tall jeweled mirror to look. Peering intently and turning sideways in both directions, he cannot help but conclude that his legs are a little less muscular in general and his thighs and hips are a little more rounded. Even his butt, though still firm, is a little more well, there is a little more of it.
Sitting down on the bed, his shorts still tightly around his thighs, he shakes his full head of wavy blond hair and says, so, they are shrinkin me and pushin my hips out. I guess the mass I am losin from height has ta go somewaya. Karl is wrong about this, but if nothing else, he does deserve credit for always looking for the most plausible reasons for these implausible changes.
Standing back up, he works the shorts over his thighs and onto his hips. They are tight, but do not look too bad. He turns again both directions in front of the mirror making sure everything is in place and covered. It is definitely a tight proposition, but the shorts match the top, so he is not going to change now. His already large bulge looks even larger due to the lack of room, but Karl decides he can live with the snug fit for one short run, at least. Reaching over to the dresser where he dropped it, he picks up the Athleta tank and pulls it over his thick blond mass and then down onto his torso, coming to a stop just above the bottom of his ribs. Unlike the shorts, he seems to have a little more room in the normally very tight tank, but he felt a little tingle as it passed his nipples. Reaching for some Glide runners lubricant, he puts some on his nipples to prevent chafing. Looking at the mirror one more time, he smiles thinking his toned and tanned belly looks good as he pats it.
Picking up his socks and retrieving a striped pair of pink Brooks Ghost running shoes from the closet along with a large yellow head band, he is almost fully dressed. Shoes and socks on, he pulls the head band around his long locks so that things will not bounce everywhere during the run. Taking his purple ear pods and putting on a pair of mirrored blue wraparound sunglasses, out the door he goes.
The run today is only five miles, but it is supposed to be a hard run with a goal pace of eight thirty per mile. Starting the gps on his watch and turning on the tunes, he heads down the street toward the pier warming up. It will be a straight out and back run today, so two point five miles out and two point five back on this road that runs parallel to the gulf. After about a block of warm up, Karl starts the timer and slowly kicks up the pace to near the eight thirty goal. Something feels different, he thinks. Looking down momentarily, he sees that his knees are almost touching as they pass and his feet seem further apart and not as straight. It does not feel bad or look that unusual, but it does feel different.
Continuing to run, but occasionally glancing down, Karl remembers when Lisa was beginning her training that she stepped wrong and hurt her knee. It was not a serious injury, but she did see the doctor her sports psychology advisor told her about that specialized in women's sports injuries. The doctor explained about the bio mechanical differences between men and women running and something about a q angle. The pamphlet that Lisa brought home from the doctor had pictures and diagrams that reminded him of what he was seeing as he looked down. Thinking of this, Karl pauses his watch and stops for a moment, pulling his shorts up on his hips for more comfort as he stops. Looking down at his legs again, he is even standing a little different with one foot on toe right next to the other. His nipples are also visible under his spandex tank. Must be excited to run, he thinks.
Karl looks back in the direction of his apartment and then toward where his route will take him and briefly considers just going back home. Something was wrong and it was not just that he had gotten shorter yesterday. But, he needed to keep up with his training. The race is a week away and his Sweet Daddy Bear is going to be there. Sighing, he presses the button on his watch again to un pause the timer and starts running, vowing to stop if he felt any discomfort. After about a mile, the stride begins to feel normal and almost effortless. Looking down, he also notices for the first time that his elbows are much closer to his sides as he runs with his hands pointed a little outward and swinging left and right together more than alternately pumping. Was this arm movement to compensate for his stride being different? Again, it felt unusual, but fine. Another mile and he does not even register a difference any longer.
At the turnaround point, he is at an eight forty pace. It is a little off the goal but Karl had taken it easy on the outward leg because of the weird feeling at the beginning of the run. Arriving back to the end of the run without further incident, his time for the run was an eight thirty two average. Close enough.
As he walks a cool down block back to his apartment, a car stops and the driver leans out asking, Miss, do you know where the pier is? Long used to the confusion his look causes, Karl just smiles his winning smile and said, Yes suh. Just head on down this road for two point five miles. Ya cain't miss it. The man yells his thanks and Karl responded with, No problem, darlin.
Arriving back home, Karl removes his shoes and takes a strawberry Smart Water from the fridge. Placing the cool water on his sweaty forehead, it feels good. Touching the bottle to his nipple, though, that felt electric. Straight to the bathroom he downs the water and goes to take off his sweaty clothes and get ready for a nice hot shower. Removing his socks and then the spandex top, he drops them to the floor. With a little more work, he manages to get his shorts down his legs and kicks them over to the corner. Taking a minute to examine himself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, he scans his body carefully. Karl could see the marks left by his shorts on his hips and there was no doubt that they were a little wider and his legs a little more sleek and less defined. Looking at his upper body, his always skinny shoulders and arms seemed to be even more so, but that could be an optical illusion because of his wider hips, he thought. His nipples also seemed a little larger, but that is probably irritation from the run, he concludes. So, Jeannie or whoever is turning me into a short pear. I am five feet eight inches with teenage girl hips. I accepted long ago that I am not a manly man, but I am close to being so far in the other direction that no woman would want me. Lisa was the only woman who would ever accept me like I am, like I was. Now, even she would probably laugh and walk away.
Pulling his eyes from the mirror, he turns to the tub and shower. Once the water is just right, he steps under the shower head. Using his loofa and moisturizing wash, he gently scrubs his nearly hairless body, his cock jumping once as he brushed a nipple with the sponge. Oooh. Feeling his legs, yeah, they could use a shave, but he thinks, I think that will get taken care of tomorrow. Picking up his Just for Blonds shampoo, Karl starts the process of washing his wonderful hair.
As he massages the shampoo into his lush head, Karl starts to relax. Maybe he is making too much of this, he thinks. I was always a little taller than I wanted to be anyway. I am probably still five feet seven inches. Many men are that height or even shorter. My hips are a little wider, but there are tons of pear shaped guys. I will just keep exercising and maybe hit the weights more. Rinsing his hair, he is okay. He is fine. It is like he smoked a mellowing joint as he inhales the intoxicating aroma of his sweet smelling shampoo.
Stepping out of the tub, Karl takes a soft towel and gently pats himself dry. Following his routine, he applies moisturizer to his legs and arms and one with sun screen to his face. Wrapping his thick hair in a towel, he brushes his teeth and puts on deodorant. As he is wiping the mirror clean to check his reflection again, he watches his slender hand go back and forth, his short plain finger nails the only incongruous thing he sees.
Today is a day for errands, so Karl wants to keep his hair simple. Combing it out as straight as he can today, he dries it and puts it in a long pony tail. Momentarily, he thinks about braiding it. Where did that thought come from? But he just ends up with it tied in a lime green scrunchie.
Putting on a fresh pair of yellow cotton panties from his underwear drawer, he positions his impressive equipment as comfortably as he can. When Karl lived at home, he started wearing panties as often as he could. He was caught a few times by his sister, though, who immediately reported it to their mom, and so he had to be careful. He could not blame her; they were her panties. Since he left home for junior college, though, Karl has dressed exclusively in women's panties unless he has a doctor's exam or, like the early dates with Lisa, in case he got lucky. Even then, his choice of men's briefs were, well, very brief. He just loved the feel of women's underwear. With his naturally soft, supple skin, they just felt better than any men's styles.
Karl then pulls on a pair of white cotton drawstring gym shorts with pink piping. Yes, they are women's shorts, but they are structured just like men's so Karl thinks they are just fine. He then puts on a tight tank t shirt that Karl calls a wife beater but is really a woman's tank t shirt. This has a big pink sixteen on the front and back and the word Cheer printed above the front number.
Dressed for a relaxed Saturday now, Karl sits in his fuzzy lounger. It is like sitting in a soft polar bear fur chair. He goes through his mail, throwing out bunches of flyers from Lands End, Eddie Bauer, and Bass Pro Shops, but keeping some from Athleta, REI, The Loft, Urban Outfitters, and COS. The only bill in the mail is his American Express. Opening the envelope, it is almost two thousand dollars this month. Normally he keeps it under a thousand and pays it in full. This month might be hard to pull off. Looking at the charges, there are more clothing purchases than he normally sees. He has been refreshing his wardrobe and it is clear he needs to take it slower there. The charge for Karl's reconciliation lunch with Lisa at their favorite cafe is there, too. He touches the line with that charge and sighs, seems so long ago, now.
Mail dealt with, he opens his laptop to check email, both work and home. Nothing much in his home email. He has an email ad from a new jewelry store in the shopping district offering a locals discount and a printable ten percent coupon for Beautiful You Salon. He also has an email from his father: his sister, Emily is pregnant, again. Karl can hear his bitch of a mother saying the day she moved out of his dad's house, only one of my children will give me grand kids.
Closing out his personal email, he checks his work inbox. Most of it can wait till Monday, but since he promised Cindy he would work some from the apartment, he decides he should at least answer some correspondence. About thirty minutes later he shuts down the computer and looks at his watch. It is almost noon. Karl decides to walk down to the Smoothie Barn for lunch. Putting on a pair of shrimp colored sandals with a small heel, he starts to the door. Taking his favorite sea mist green mirrored Tifosi sunglasses, his phone, and his wallet, Karl leaves the apartment.
Walking the two blocks to the Smoothie Barn the sun is directly behind him, reflecting his shadow on the ground in front of him. As he goes along, he absently notices, looking at his shadow, that his hips are rotating more than he remembers and he is unintentionally holding his elbows closer to his body. Karl tries to correct his walk, but unless he focuses on walking, he returns naturally to the rolling hips, elbows in stride. As he reaches the restaurant, he has stopped paying attention to his walk.
Ordering a papaya smoothie, Karl sits down, crossing his legs at the knees. Studying an attractive young woman coming into the store, he notices she has the most stunning blue finger nails. Picking up her order, she sits at the table beside Karl's. He notices that she has ordered the same smoothie. Looking over to her he says with a broad smile lifting his plastic cup, I see we both have great taste. She looks at Karl's cup and then back at hers and says, yeah, I guess we do. Pausing for a sip, she continues, do you come here much? It is my first time. Karl answers, about twice a month, I guess, when I get a hankerin for somethin healthy. The cute young woman laughs, trying to figure out this person talking to her. Man? Woman? In between? Looking at the body and mannerisms, you would think girl. And the voice is definitely female. The face, though, is a boy's face, there is no doubt. The skin is flawless, but that jawline, brow, and nose is either a boy's or an unfortunate girl's. He is still attractive, but with a little plastic surgery, could be gorgeous. While she is contemplating, Karl asks another question. Honey, I just love that dazzling blue nail polish. Where eva did you get it? At that moment, Karl turns white. Why would I ask a woman where she got her nail polish? Hastily, he adds, my girlfriend just loves blue.
The woman even more confused, finally answers, it is Light My Sapphire by OPI. You can get it at Wal Mart. Thhanks, hun, I will tell my girlfriend, Karl says unconvincingly.
Finishing his smoothie, he waves goodbye to the woman and the barista and starts home. With the sun now in his face, Karl pulls his Tifosis from where he had them tucked in his blond mane and puts them on. Walking in this direction there is no shadow to see and Karl does not notice his walk is even more rhythmic than it was going the other direction and his elbows all but touch his sides as he strolls. It is turning into quite the walk, indeed.
Arriving at home, he decides to take care of some errands. So, without even sitting down, Karl picks up his Jeep keys and goes right back out the door. Pressing the fob, his little two door four by two Jeep chirps cutely. He once thought about getting a big four by four, but likes this cute little one in pastel pink. The Hello Kitty spare tire cover is one of his favorite accessories. His party jam starts up with the car and he has to turn it down lest Lady Gaga blast his neighbors and cause them to complain.
Out on the road, Karl first goes to the bank to withdraw some cash from an atm. He is going to need some tip money for tomorrow. Withdrawing one hundred dollars, he figures he will have about fifty dollars left in cash after the tip. Next he goes to the dry cleaner located in the Wal Mart strip mall. He pulls up to the drive through and says, here is my claim ticket, lamb. I have four gahments to pick up. The disinterested clerk takes the ticket and says, be right back, ma'am. Gone about three minutes, he comes back. That will be thirty five dollars and forty cents. Karl hands over his Amex and the clerk, after running the card, hands him the card, receipt, and his clothes.
Karl hooks the four hangers over the headrest of his Jeep passenger seat and pulls out. Pausing, he thinks, well, while I am here in the shopping center, and parks in front of Wal Mart. It is a typical family shopping Saturday at Wal Mart and everyone is there. Karl thinks it is quite the side show watching the interesting people come and go in what is kind of the freak show of stores. The funny thing is, most of the people there looking at Karl are thinking the same thing.
Karl is able to quickly find the Light My Sapphire polish. Picking up some moisturizer while he is there and some tinted lip balm, Karl walks up to the registers. Luckily today, all the self check registers are working and one becomes available just as he walks up. Karl scans his items, but the lip balm will not scan. The attendant hears the familiar error beep and walks over. Manually entering the product, it is accepted and Karl starts to pay. However, the clerk, glancing down, sees the name on Karl's credit card and asks, is this your card? Confused, Karl says, yes, ma'am, it most certainly is. Looking him up and down and listening to his voice, she thinks, this is no Karl. Bruskly, she says, may I see your id?
Karl opens his wallet and hands her his Florida driver's license:
Karl Terry Simmons
Fourteen Beach Cove Rd, Apt two zero four
Fortis Beach, FL three two one nine nine
Sex: M
Height: five feet six inches
Wt. one hundred thirty five pounds
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Green
Looking at the picture and then at Karl, the attendant hands the license back, turns away and mutters, perverted freak.
Completing his purchases, Karl returns home. Putting the dry cleaning in the entrance closet, he goes in the bathroom and puts away the moisturizer and lip balm. Taking a bag of cotton balls, a nail file, cuticle tool, and curved scissors from the medicine cabinet, Karl sits on the side of the tub. Using the file and cuticle scissors, he carefully trims, shapes, and smooths his toenails. Then, shaking the nail polish well, he opens the bottle and, with a practiced hand, applies a smooth coat of Light My Sapphire to his ten toes, placing cotton balls between each digit. Putting everything back in the medicine cabinet, he walks on his heels back to the den and sits back down in his lounger to let them dry.
Relaxed and in a comfortable chair, Karl's eyes close and he drifts off. A dream starts, but this one is future looking. It is the day of the race. Karl is there just before race time with the other runners gathered near the start. He is looking around for Lisa. Searching everywhere for her, pushing through the crowd of runners. After a frantic few minutes, he sees her, Lisa's back to him as he jogs up. Tapping her on the shoulder, he starts to weep as she turns around. She is even more beautiful, even more perfect. She does not immediately say anything, so that must be a good sign. Lisa, there you are. I have missed you so much. I am so sorry for the night you found me at the apartment, but you have to let me explain. Karl reaches up to try to hug her, but Lisa pulls back, looks at him, a confused look on her face, and says, do I know you?
Karl wakes up with a start. What a nightmare. For the only woman that he ever loved, who ever loved him, to not even recognize him, that would be the cruelest fate he could imagine. But, it was only a dream. Just a silly meaningless dream. Just as Karl could never forget Lisa, surely, she will always remember him, too.
It is now almost four o'clock. After that dream, Karl looks at his bright, cheerful den that suddenly does not feel as cheerful. I need to get outta here for a bit. Need to distance ma self from that awful dream, he says softly. Taking off his shorts and jersey he puts on some black yoga pants and a mauve long sleeve off shoulder shirt. The shirt is long, and does a pretty good job of covering his junk. Finding a pair of black running socks, he puts them on along with his other pair of Brooks Ghosts. Brushing out his hair, it is kind of a mess, but a fuscia hair band tames it enough for him to go out.
Picking up his wallet, keys, and phone he shrugs knowing that nothing he is wearing has any pockets. If I only had something to carry these in, he thinks with a smile. Standing in the room, he knows he could grab a pocket book and just pretend to be a girl; he had done it before. But knowing the plans for tomorrow, Karl decides to just carry them in his hand.
Karl leaves once again, knowing where he wants to go. Driving to the little downtown area, he parks at a meter, since they are not monitored on the weekend, and goes into their cafe. He takes a seat in the empty booth where he and Lisa had their reconciliation, just a few weeks ago. The middle aged waitress that seemed to always be there comes over and asks, just you today, or is your sister coming too? Confused for a moment, Karl eventually figures that she just thinks that Lisa is his sister. He imagines that because they held hands, the waitress knew they were close and, assuming Karl was a girl, could not accept they were lesbians and jumped straight to sisters. Lacking the strength to correct her, he just says, just me, sugah.
The waitress brings a water to the table and Karl orders a glass of house red wine. And then another. And then yet another. Finally, the waitress comes over and says, happy hour is over and I think if you are going to order any more to drink, dear, you need to have some food. Yes, Karl is a little impaired by this point, but he is a sweet drunk and does not argue. He orders a chicken salad sandwich on wheat and has it with another glass of wine. Paying the bill, Karl stands up unsteadily. Making a trip to the bathroom before leaving, he looks around the small restroom for the urinal. Realizing he has actually walked into the lady's room instead, he shrugs. Oh well, been that kinda day. He opens the single stall, pulls down his pants, and sits to pee.
Karl jumps back to consciousness as he hears a sharp knock on the door and, are you okay in there? from a voice he identifies as the waitress. Yeah, 'm fiiiinne, Karl replies. Getting to his feet, he instinctively wipes the end of his cock and pulls his panties and yoga pants back up. Splashing water on his face, he points at the mirror and says to his reflection, you are drunk. Drunk. Drunk. Drunk. Exiting the restroom, thankful the walls are there for balance, he leaves the cafe. The waitress chases after him. Miss, you left your wallet, keys and phone. Taking them, he thanks her and starts in the direction of his car.
I do not think you should be driving, miss. You have had a lot to drink, the waitress says touching his sleeve. Karl knows she is right, but does not care. A friend izz picking mee up at the cone r, he lies. I be alright, but you sweet for carin.
Somehow managing to find his Jeep, he presses a button on his key fob. The alarm immediately begins to wail and he touches the hood, his finger in front of his lips saying shh shh shh. He eventually silences the alarm and hits the right button on the key fob to unlock the door. Getting in, he gets the Jeep started, but before driving off decides to take a little nap. Karl wakes up to someone knocking on his windshield. Looking up, he sees it is a security guard. Why do they knock so loud? he thinks. Opening his door, the guard asks, are you okay miss? You have been sitting here for almost an hour with your vehicle running.
Yes, officer, I am fine, he manages to say without slurring. Well, okay, he replies, but you cannot just leave your car running like that. Either turn it off or move along. I will be going now, officer. Have a good evening, Karl manages as he closes the door.
Taking a deep breath, Karl starts home. Somehow the gods are with him in these moments as he manages to get back to his apartment without any mailboxes, pedestrians, or shrubs harmed. He even almost gets into his parking place straight, almost. From there, he even manages to make it into his apartment with his keys, wallet, and phone. Falling on the bed, fully clothed and shod, the conscious night is over for Karl.
Jeannie sneaks in about eleven forty five, quietly moves around the apartment and eventually sees Karl laying face down on his Sleeping Beauty embossed bedspread, his phone, keys, and wallet still clutched in his left hand. She calls out Karli softly. No response. Karli, she says again, this time in a normal tone. Still nothing. Finally, she stands hidden behind the door and claps loudly. Comatose, Karl does not even stir.
Emboldened, Jeannie walks over to the bed looking down on his prostrate form. Nice little ass there Karli, she says with a smirk. She cannot help herself and reaches out to palm the two soft cheeks. Quite supple. You better be careful or that booty might get a little too jiggly. Jeannie then gently removes the items from his hand and sets them aside. Carefully, she turns Karl over onto his back. A moan and a soft call of Lisa? escapes Karl's lips. No, not Lisa, Jeannie says in a low tone. Momentarily, Karl's eyes flutter open and Jeannie takes a step back. Not that he can do much to her, she just does not want to get caught. Seconds later, Karl starts to softly snore and Jeannie walks back over to him.
Starting at the top, Jeannie sees a mass of blond hair. That is bimbo hair, she says to herself. Moving down to his off shoulder shirt, is that two nipples I see saying hello? Looking at the front of his yoga pants, Jeannie sees his substantial bulge and semi erect cock. Well, no wonder Lisa liked you, she says softly. That is quite impressive, Karli. However, I am not sure it is appropriate given the girl you are becoming. With a rush of excitement seeing her prey looking so vulnerable, Jeannie suddenly feels hot and wet. She even thinks about taking advantage of Karl's position, even though men are her second preference. It would be the most delicious conquest, she thinks. However, Jeannie is just so tired. As excited as she is, she just does not have the energy. Besides, why take the chance of ruining things now? So, touching herself for just a moment to ease some tension, she returns to her nightly task. Turning on the tiffany lamp, she opens the small, old fashioned doctor's bag she left by the door. From the bag, Jeannie places candles and unfolds a small wooden pentagram on the floor beside Karl's bed. Removing two small vials from the bag, she mixes the contents in a third vial that has obviously been used before. Pulling a piece of parchment with a mix of hers and her grandmother's writing upon it from the bag, she lights the candles and begins reading the page softly.
Finishing the page, there is the now familiar crack that sounds like a thunderclap echoing and only audible inside Karl's apartment. Jeannie staggers and sways back and forth, almost ready to faint. The vial glows and a stream of cinnamon tinted smoke begins flowing out and over to Karl, still laying peacefully on the bed. The smoke seems to gather around Karl's head and then slowly absorbs into his skin. Karl's nose twitches once, but otherwise there is no reaction. As the smoke is being absorbed, the last of Jeannie's strength fades and she slowly collapses onto Karl's soft white shag rug.
Waking several minutes later, Jeannie sits up, her head pounding. Struggling to her feet, she looks over at Karl. Her eyes grow big as saucers. Lit by the pink shaded lamp, what she sees is amazing. The change is happening right before my eyes. All of the past nights, she has made a hasty exit, but her fatigue induced swoon has given her a unique opportunity. A rush of adrenaline hits her and her extreme fatigue and headache fade for the moment. This is so hot, she says, breathlessly, her nostrils flaring with each breath. It is too much to resist. Taking the small chair from in front of the dressing table, she turns it around to face the bed. Stripping off her sweaty clothes, never taking an eye off Karl, she sits down and digs into her soaking cunt with gusto, rubbing her engorged clit in rhythm with her breathing. With her other hand, she begins rubbing and pinching her rock hard nipples. Moaning louder and louder, she no longer cares if Karl wakes up. After a very short two minutes, the orgasm hits Jeannie like a waterfall of pleasure and satisfaction and she lets out a guttural moan loud enough for the neighbors to hear. As the pleasure passes, Jeannie almost passes out again, the adrenaline receding.
She sits there naked on the hard chair, still staring at Karl, mesmerized, for another few minutes. As her mind comes back to her fully, she finds herself sucking on three fingers. Finally, she starts to feebly dress herself again. The clothes are tough to pull on over her sweaty body, especially in her weakened state, and so she ends up only getting her shorts and top on. Dropping her shoes, bra, and panties into the doctor's bag, she absently puts the ritual items back into the bag, too. All the while, she never takes her gaze from the rhythmically breathing and changing Karl. Lingering just a moment longer, Jeannie stands up, feeling under her bare feet that the rug in front of the chair where she sat is soaked with sweat and girl juice. She wipes the wooden chair with her sleeve, but knows she cannot do anything about the rug. She replaces the chair, picks up her bag and tiptoes toward the door. In the patches of hard floor not covered by a rug, her wet and slippery footprints mark her path. Taking a final look back toward the bedroom, she blows a sarcastic kiss in Karl's direction and then slips quietly out the apartment door.
Karl slumbers on, changes he is yet unaware of beginning to complete for the night.