Double Vision - Part 3

With nowhere else to go, Billy found Shannon's address on her phone. He hopped the next bus. With every house he passed by, it sank in that he was moving further and further away from his real body, his parents, and his whole reality.

No one in the whole world would ever suspect that he was anyone but Shannon. The thought was both terrifying and exhilarating. He was a thief, and he was stealing this woman's body. His heart beat straight out of his chest.

Billy turned the keys in the lock of her small apartment. The door gave way, and the boy –now a woman– entered cautiously, fighting an irrational fear of being caught.

He gave himself a silent tour of the space, trying to gather some understanding of the kind of person this woman was. He entered Shannon's private bedroom, which he had held off on the longest. He gathered she lived alone, as the decor was quite feminine. The bed was neatly made, and the room smelled of lavender. 

He glanced around, and noticed a dresser. He opened the top drawer, and found a lingerie chest. He glanced around, and found a robe hanging on the back of the door. 

He slipped into the robe , and opened the chest.

Billy tried again to shake the feeling of being an intruder, "Okay. Okay. This is perfectly normal. I am Shannon, and this is my bedroom. I have every right to be here."

He opened the closet door, and his stomach fluttered, "My clothes. These are all of my clothes..."

Billy spent the next hour digging through Shannon's wardrobe and trying on various outfits.

"This is fucking unreal," Billy mused, as he looked himself in the mirror, "How is this me? I'm wearing a dress, and I look like this. I'm like an actual, real grown-up woman."

He thought about how lucky he was to be having this experience all to himself, "I've been wanting move out of Mom and Dad's for years now. Now, I have my own place all to myself, with a beautiful body... I get to try on all these fun dresses, and no one cares."

"No one cares..." the revelation echoed in Billy's mind.

He walked up to Shannon's full-length mirror, adjusting the spaghetti straps that held her dress in place. Shannon was smiling in the mirror, her long, dark hair cascading down her back.

"Shannon," he smiled at his reflection, "I am Shannon."

"As much as I would love to touch myself right now, I don't think Shannon would," Billy settled into his role, "So, what would Shannon do?"

He spent the next hours strutting around Shannon's apartment in her dress, going through some more of her things, making dinner, and practicing applying her makeup."I could do this," he thought, "I could be her."

He lowered her lipstick, admiring his work.

"I know what I like," Billy seductively bit his lower lip, "but what does Shannon like?"

"I think she wants a man," he spoke to his reflection, "I think this body wants a man."

"I'm sorry, Eliza," he smirked, referring to his girlfriend, "but right now, I'm not gonna be Billy anymore."

The evening culminated with Billy migrating to Shannon's bed. Earlier in the day, he had found a vibrator hidden amongst her wardrobe and now, he had every intent to use it. He brought up her phone and starting searching for his favorite porn. But then he caught himself.

"I wonder what Shannon watches," he searched for content in her messages. He found mountains of shirtless photos that men had sent her. Likely of men she had slept with.

The photos didn't arouse Billy now, but he wasn't Billy. He was Shannon, and so, vibrator in hand, he was determined to complete the charade by making himself climax to images of her past lovers.