High Voltage/Ask about Jess2
From Create Your Own Story
I found it a little hard to believe that Jess couldn't tell it wasn't me inside my body. I guess Lauren could say the same about her roommates, but Jess and I were engaged. "Jess really didn't suspect anything?" I asked.
"No," he said. "I went back for the pretzel and then I read through most of the stuff on your phone, so I had some context clues for our conversations." He giggled a little and then crossed his legs and put his hand over his mouth as if to restrain himself.
I scanned his face looking for answers and found none. "What's so funny?" I asked.
"I'm not so sure I should tell you this, but when we got home, Jess was grumbling about how much stuff there is to do for your wedding. I was reading more stuff about you on the phone, so I wasn't really contributing much to the conversation. The next thing I know, Jess is standing in front of me without pants and then she sat down on my lap facing me."
I did not like where this story was headed.
Jason continued, "She started grinding herself into me and was making me feel very uncomfortable." Another gulp of wine. "Apparently that's the type of thing you're attracted to because next thing I know my cock is standing at attention. She lead me to the bedroom and, well, I doubt you want the details."
The tears began welling up inside me. I wasn't sure what I was more upset with: the fact that this girl screwed my fiancee, or the fact that Jess didn't even notice. "How could you?" I stammered. "You're a bitch."
"It unladylike to speak that way," he said condescendingly. He looked disgusted, "I didn't mean for it to happen. Jess was the one stroking my dick. I didn't think it had a mind of its own like that." He took another sip of wine, "I'm not going to lie. It was amazing to be in control like that."
"Come on!" I protested, slamming a foot down on the floor.
"You're telling me you spent half a day in my body and you didn't admire it? You must have spent most of that time feeling up your chest, or looking at yourself in a mirror."
I shifted uncomfortably, thinking about that singular moment in the shower.
"I could smell the shampoo on you. You must have showered after the hospital. You're telling me you were all alone in the shower and you respected my privacy?"
"Yes!," I exclaimed. "I want nothing to do with you or this body! I washed my hair, but I couldn't stand to wash the rest. Don't you even feel bad about Shawn? I think this counts as cheating."
"Shawn is no stranger to cheating," he said. "And if I am in this body, I am going to have to be in this body, I'm going to try to enjoy it. I suggest you do the same."
"You're a slut!" I yelled, standing and pointing at him.
"What did you call me?" He asked as he stood over me, laying me on my back in the chair. "Let's get one thing straight. I didn't ask for this, do you understand?"
My body was so weak, I tried to push him off of me but I couldn't. I nodded in agreement.
"Good," he said with a smile. "And while we are like this, let's not forget who the little bitch is." He worked his hand down to my jeans and unfastened them. He slid one hand over the top of my panties and lightly stroked my pussy. "That's right," he said. "I know your body better than you do. You're the pussy. You're the bitch."
He continued to rub me and I found myself grinding back into his hand. I stopped in the shower because I didn't want to get to this point. I found myself wanting his touch.
"Say it," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"Say that you're a pussy."
"No," I spat.
He removed his hand from my pants and I continued to gyrate, hoping to find it.
He moved his hand up to my shirt. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipple was easy to find under my shirt. He grabbed hold and pinched it.
"Owwww!" I whined.
"Say it," he said as he grabbed and twisted harder.
"I'm a pussy," I conceded.
"That's a good girl." He backed away and sat back down on the couch.
I refastened my jeans and tried to straighten myself out. "Okay," he said. "So I think we can both agree that we want our own bodies back, and the sooner the better.
I nodded my head. "How can we fix this?"
"We just need to electrocute ourselves again. Preferably safely. You're the electrical engineer. Figure it out."
I zoned out, thinking about how incredibly dangerous that would be. Thinking about intentionally electrocuting myself was frightening.
"Anyway," he continued, "If we are going to be in these bodies for a little while, we need to exchange information.
I nodded my head obediently. I told him all about my job. Fortunately, as a manager, I didn't really do much original work anymore. I just reviewed my engineers work. You could get by with little actual engineering knowledge just by asking them simple questions and observing their confidence when they replied. If they had an answer, then they knew what they were talking about and they were probably right. If they didn't have an answer, then they needed to go back and add some more detail. Jason told me more about Lauren. I worked as a waitress at a sports bar near campus. He told me my passwords and my upcoming school assignments. He told me about my roommates: Hannah's lesbian past, Elianna's inability to keep a man, and Sarah's crazy, overbearing personality.
"So," he said, "I can see your wedding date is now only three weeks away." He gestured to the stack of RSVP cards sitting on the table. "Coincidentally, I have to be at a wedding that day as well."
My heart rate increased. I wasn't engaged to Shawn was I? I looked down at my left hand and relaxed when I saw my finger was bare. "I'm not missing my wedding," I said.
"Well then, you will just need to find a way to switch us back by then. I don't want to miss my brother's wedding either; I'm a bridesmaid."
I groaned.
"Three weeks is plenty of time," he trailed on as he spoke. "The bachelorette party is this weekend, and unless you find a way to switch us by then, your attendance will be expected."
I groaned again. My bachelor party was the week before and was a ton of fun and Jess's was the same weekend. She returned with so many penis themed items. I was not about to be skimpily dressed, drinking pink drinks out of penis straws.
He glanced at his watch. "I've got work in the morning, and you've got class. You should probably be going," he said.
He led me to the door and opened it. "Goodbye Bitch," he said.
"Fuck you," I replied, giving him the finger. It was so much less menacing looking with small hands. I returned to my car and started driving to campus.
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