Still time to cancel

Mark stretched his arms above his head, feeling the weight of his new breasts shift on his chest as he slipped the tank top over his bra. He paused for a moment, anxiously adjusting the top so just the right amount of cleavage peeked out and checked his makeup in his phone camera one last time. He still had time to cancel, the thought ran through his mind. A single text would be enough, and he could just spend the night in his dorm room like any other. He toyed with the idea, nervously fretting with a strand of hair. A new habit he had picked up in the few months he had been in Sabrina’s body. Had it been that long already? He had realized he was almost halfway through the semester now, something that had seemed ages away when Sabrina had stolen his life at the start of the year, leaving him high and dry in his neighbor’s college-age body while she lived out his life free from the stress of university classes and overbearing parents. The only thing she had left him was a halfhearted apology and a few of her account passwords written on a note in her suitcase, something he had only found after Sabrina’s parents had woken him up in his new body and driven him down to the airport, fussing about how late “she” was to fly back to school and how important this semester was for “her” future.

It still made his head spin. Just like that, he had gone to bed as a 35 year old man with a job and a mortgage, and woken up as a 19 year old college student with an on-campus dorm room, three semesters left in her degree, and D-cup breasts.

And since he had had no success at contacting his old body, his options had been to either play the cards he had been dealt and go to class as Sabrina or try to convince someone else and risk a checkup with campus health services when they inevitably didn’t believe him. Faced with those options, he reluctantly picked up where she had left off, adjusting day-by-day to the emasculation of waking up as a teen girl instead of the grown man he was inside.

But the most emasculating thing about the whole ordeal was the fact that as much as he got by pretending to be Sabrina, he knew it was really him inside making all the decisions. Choosing which of her clothes to put on each morning, brushing her hair, interacting with her classmates the way he thought a teen girl would. He could keep telling himself that he was just going along with what Sabrina would have done, that he was just trying to blend in to the life she had left him in. That had gotten him through the first few months at least - Sure, he was acting like a teenage girl, but deep inside he was still the same man, right?

No one was forcing him to do this. This wasn’t some relationship he’d had to keep up for appearances after he was left taking over the life of the girl that stole his. HE had met John in one of the college lectures he was now attending in her body instead of going into the office in his. HE had been the one to start up a conversation, first out of boredom in class but quickly moving to texting day and night. HE had nervously invited him over to his dorm room, still decorated in all of Sabrina’s stuff, a part of him hoping the night would end as more than just a hangout.

he had been the one that had spent an hour picking out an outfit that was revealing enough to signal that he was interested but not too slutty. He had done his hair and makeup just right, flirty but casual enough to have plausible deniability that he hadn’t done himself up just for tonight. And he was the one who had stashed a box of condoms under his dorm bed, fully aware that he had no intention of studying on this “study date”. 

And now, as much as he wanted to say he was just playing the part he was given, Jose was quickly coming to terms with the fact that Sabrina wasn’t in control anymore. She hadn’t been for a long time. She had left him in her body, and he was doing this all on his own. Because it was his life now, and he was going to do exactly what he wanted to do with it.