Flight Risk - Part 9

 

That afternoon, I shut myself into Alicia’s bedroom.

I threw myself onto the bed, and groaned into the pillow, trying to make sense of my situation. How did I go from a nerdy teenage boy to a gorgeous woman who had just lost her virginity?

I stood up and headed towards the bathroom. As soon as I caught sight of myself in the mirror, my breath caught in my throat.

Alicia's reflection stared back at me, as it had the last few days, with her straight strawberry blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and her striking features that were so different from mine.

I tentatively touched my face, tracing the delicate curves of her cheekbones and jawline.

What if I was never going to swap back? What if this was it? What if I was destined to live out Alicia's life, trapped in this perfect female body, cut off from everything I had ever known? A wave of panic crashed over me again, and I gripped the sink’s edge for support.

Well, if that was true, then it didn’t didn’t matter what I did with this body…

I squished Alicia’s breasts together. Surely, there were worse bodies to be stuck in — bodies that weren’t so beautifully sculpted, so alluringly feminine. I couldn’t deny the rush of power that came from feeling this skin and those curves, even as a boy.

I examined my reflection, half a smile teasing my lips. 

It wasn’t like she was using this body at the moment. If I wasn’t going to swap back, what was stopping me from indulging in it?

I straightened my back and let the reality sink in: for better or worse, I was living the life of a woman now.

I forced myself to soften my face and smiled at my reflection, “Hi, I’m Alicia.”

“Hi, I’m Alicia,” I said again, this time with more confidence.

I took a deep breath, straightening my posture as I used every bit of willpower to shake off the remnants of Tim. The woman in the mirror was beautiful, confident, and capable—everything I had never considered myself to be. Yet, here I was, literally embodying every ideal I had ever seen in magazines or films.

I couldn't change what had happened to me, but I could control how I handled it. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before heading back out into the bedroom. It was time to start living as Alicia, for better or worse.