Curious Pt2
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For a ... For a recap of the story so far read Curious pt1, and yes I
know I have bad punctuation and grammar
CURIOUS PT2 By Dake9872
8:05! The clock radio read. There we go! After pinching myself and
slapping myself for five minutes it looked like I wasn't dreaming. I
really was Brooke Morgan; I felt exactly what beautiful women felt like
to touch, from the long hair and killer figure, to the boobs and clit.
Hopefully Brooke wasn't me. I mean going to bed Esmeralda and waking up
Quasimodo would be a strain on anyone. Hopefully she was happy in her
purgatory and raring to be back in her own body. I just got to keep
reminding myself that I'm just "body-sitting" for the real Brooke.
I thought back to the Fictionmania checklist that happens with all their
strange stories. I looked like Brooke Morgan on the outside down to the
smallest detail but on the inside I was David Smith. I loved corporate
law and Family Guy. I can beat Final Fantasy 8 in 20 hours. I still had
no idea what women were like but this only the start of the week. I just
had a cock last night so the idea of fucking one didn't seem pleasant.
There was no sudden urge to masturbate. Well it was a pretty big wish for
only a little magic, maybe the wish took it time to work fully. "Well"
Brooke's voice said "no use putting it off any longer". I looked though
Brooke/my closet. She had all the clothes that made me fall in lust with
her and more. I don't think I can handle sluting it up just yet. So I
started looking for unisex clothes.
I found sweats and jogging pants, I take off her/my nightgown and look
down at Brooke's naked body, don't get me wrong I know what it looks like
down there it's just weird to see it at this angle, taking off her night
gown felt good on her/my breasts, but I chose to ignore it, I have no
time to masturbate, but hey it's only Sunday. Luckily it was raining out
so there was no need for fashionable clothes. I put brush to my hair for
a couple seconds for it to look the tiniest bit presentable it still hard
to do. I decided against the bra. the tight sweats would keep her/my
breasts from wobbling. Good thing Brooke is a natural beauty, I think
people would notice something is a miss if Brooke came in painted as
clown, and paused just as I got to the door and thought to myself "this
is the once in a lifetime opportunity you wanted , enjoy the hell out of
it".
I opened the door and stepped. I found out that I shared a small 2
bedroom apartment college dorm with Angie. So I stepped out of the
bedroom into the kitchen. I see Angie who basically is only a little
overweight, but just like the old me, not someone you would look twice
at. She was already in mid-sentence " with people from my class to study
for the calculus final so your on your own for" "Sunday Night Tivo
night". Before I could even finish the thought what's Sunday night Tivo
night . A Brooke thought came crashing into my thought process.
Every Sunday night after we get back from our weekend trip to our folks
( their apparently out of town this weekend but didn't take the boys) we
watch all the collected up soap operas Tivoed and watch as much as we
can from 3 to 11 in our pjs, (yep still a guy inside that sounds
sickeningly girly). "That's okay" I say trying to be nonchalant and not
sound like a complete idiot. She turns around from what she's doing and
looks at me. For a second my heart pounds thinking "she knows". She looks
at me and says "you feeling all right". I try to look calm and say "yeah
just not feeling myself today" She buys it and says "you need a drive to
work it's on my way" ?
One more thing about the old me I can win a mock classroom malpractice
suit, but I don't know the difference between the gas and brake pedal so
I say "Sure what the hell I'll just get something to eat on the way". I
look to the doorway and thank God she has running shoes. I can't handle
heels yet. Angie gets ready and I get ready. She opens the door and we
both step out into the hallway my boobs are wobbling underneath my
sweatshirt. Okay maybe I should have put on a bra. We get into the
elevator ( apparently we're on the 3rd floor.) Just as the doors close in
I hear "hold that elevator ". Oh God!! A guy not yet not yet I can't
handle being eye humped by a guy just yet.
But thankfully the elevator closes before he gets to us. We make it out
of the building and to the car without much hassle . The few people out
are too preoccupied to notice either of us. We get in her 1999 Lincoln
and take off. I've been to this college as David so it was no big shock
when I recognized the path to the mall,
Angie turns to me in an attempt to break the deafening silence to say
"you look good" I hear Brooke's voice say "thanks so do you" quietly. I
hear Angie talk again " why so quiet" I say " oh I'm just deep in
thought" trying not to let on to the fact that her lifelong friend has
had her body stolen by a pervert in training,. "Your thinking about Clay
again aren't you?" she says. Once again before I can even finish thinking
who's Clay?. A Brooke memory comes crashing in. Clay Tomlinson was
Brooke's boyfriend from Grade 9 on, and was the textbook jock with school
letters in football, baseball, hockey, lacrosse and, rugby (all sports
David came dead last in by the way). They met when Clay grades were
slipping and needed tutoring luckily for him Brooke came to the rescue,
and had been going strong ever since, that is until recently, when they
decided to take their relationship to the next level the sex level.
Brooke had originally been dead set on saving herself for marriage, but
convinced herself he was the one, and lost her virginity to him and twice
more just for kicks. The next day she found him making out with the head
cheerleader. She screamed every obscenity in the book at him. She's been
down in the dumps every since. "nah" I say joking " that skank can keep
him" Angie breaks out laughing "there's the Brooke we all know and love".
Angie then starts talking about her class and teacher for the rest of the
way. She drops me off at the front door when we arrive at the mall. I
get out and was about ready to go inside when Angie says" you going to
be okay for a ride home?" "Yes! Worry about yourself for once" I say
trying to sound as much like Brooke as possible and with a quick okay she
drives off. I go inside and even as David take the much traveled route
to her kiosk. All the way boys and a few men start glancing at me
thinking I won't notice, which I find weird to spare some of them could
be considered cute others looked like old me, and all I could think is "
if only they knew". I finally get the linen kiosk when a guy from the
kiosk beside Brooke 7.5 on the gay-dar comes up to me and says " heeeey
Brookeback Mountain". Not to look weird I say and quickly look at his
nametag Jesse, "heeeey Jesse. He then adds "how ya feelin?" "Not bad" I
say. I take the cover off the kiosk and hear in the background I hear him
say " your not Brooke!". My heart stops. After a couple of scariest
seconds of my life he adds "your going natural today" I breathe a sigh
of relief I make an attempt to sound like Brooke and say "crappy weather
crappy looking". He bought it, I see a little old lady as my first
customer before I even have time to panic I say "do you like what you
see here" These shirts and pants come in all shapes and sizes and colors"
I say it like it's a reflex. She says she's just looking and moves on to
Jesse. Apparently her boss is M.I.A . I see another customer a middle
aged lady and once again I say "do you like what you see here these
shirts and pants come in all shapes and sizes and colors such as silk and
cashmere and others" the lady says" Thanks if I left up to my daughter to
choose she would choose something skimpy" I tell her about the varieties
and surprisingly sell her a cheap pair. I wasn't surprised that I knew
how to sell linen all it needs is sales skills and an commanding voice,
which that the old me had to master to even qualify for some of the
criminal law advanced classes. I sell two more customers linen garments
and think "this is easy". I look to the nearest clock and see 9:45
already, Jesse sees me look at the time and says 9:45 two more hours till
the lunchtime rush get ready girlfriend " . I didn't need to be Brooke to
realize the lunchtime rush means everybody within a 20 mile radius will
take the rainy weather as a sign to swarm the mall and give everyone
unfortunate enough to be working today heart damage. Then an always
strange Brooke memory pops in, Brittany, a girl a year younger than
Brooke is coming in to help at 10:00 so I can get a late breakfast or
early lunch Which she does at that exact time. From what I gather from
first impressions she is a textbook blond airhead that blondes go out of
their way to avoid being. She also the kind of girl that the old me would
go ga-ga over. She greets Jesse and then greets me with a hug and says
"hiiii brookeback mountain how ya feeling" I hear Brooke say "hungover".
Wham! Another Brooke memory pops up. Brittany has been trying to help
Brooke get over Clay by introducing her to all her ex's (apparently
there's a lot) all of them jerks, but she still tries. I get what the
magic spell is doing now. The spell makes me discover new things about
Brooke as they happen to me like an adventure, so I can go from Sunday
morning. A confused pervert into Saturday night the Brooke I've come to
know and lust. And next Sunday morning be back to old sexually confused
self, but know what women think. I say "hold down the fort Brit I'm
going to get some late breakfast early lunch". On my way I notice
something.
I gotta pee, no I mean really got to pee I go to the nearest washroom
(female I make sure) I pull down my sweats and sit and do my business for
the first time as a woman, stand up and wipe what drips I wash my hands
and notice a tampon machine. Oh shit I hope I didn't choose the week of
her time of the month to be Brooke. I get to the food court and notice a
few guys staring still weird but I just have to keep reminding myself
they don't see an unattractive loser named David they see a beautiful
goddess named Brooke
I get some Big Burger (I'll be probably doing salads by Friday) The clerk
looks at me weird thinking I was probably going to order a salad. I shrug
it off. I sit down and take a huge bite. I hear in the distance " Here's
something you don't see everyday a girl eating like the big boys" I look
over and there's a 6'2 ft jock like looking jerk towering over my 5'4
body with his buddies " how would you like to gulp down the other white
meat?" I think "he doesn't see the real me he sees the hot Brooke who he
thinks puts out" I turn him down and say " eat shit dipshit' and flip
him off His buddies do the mandatory "ohhhhh" they do when one gets
burned. I finish up and head back
I look at the time 10:50 only 40 more minutes till all hell breaks loose
and then I see me. The David me I panic thinking any second he's going to
pounce on me and say "give me back my body you bitch" He doesn't. he just
glances and pretends he wasn't glancing. Then it hits me I don't have to
be guyish anymore, I can be as girly if not girlier than Brittany and
nobody will think it's odd, just a girl being as feminine as can be. The
wish is making me think more and more like Brooke till pretty soon I'll
probably forget I was ever a man, so embrace it. I figure it could be
worse if there's enough magic to transfer my conscious to Brooke's body
it could be just as easy to make me a dick sucking orgasm happy sex slave
I head back and see Brittany and say "got a scruchie" knowing she has one
on her. she passes one over and says keep it. I put my hair into a
ponytail, nothing fancy just to keep the hair out of my face. She then
starts talking to me about her friends I'm surprised how a 19 year old
girl can make anything sound like a teen drama. What's more surprising
was I WAS HANGING ON EVERY WORD. I even tell her my opinion. If you pass
by us you would see nothing out of the ordinary, just two young adult
woman chattering like they haven't seen each other in years. I still
thought like a guy and it felt strange to talk to girl this close that I
would have been too shy as David to talk to otherwise.
We yammer on for a half an hour until zero hour 12:00 The Lunchtime Rush.
I didn't have time to even notice if I was acting like Brooke or David in
Brooke's body. I was just trying to help as many customers And there were
a LOT of customers some nice and helpful, some mean and bastards. It
became very stressful very quickly. I lose count of how many people
Brittany and I help. The David me has experience in sales so it's no
surprise that I knew what I was doing. Everyone knows that when your not
busy time creeps by but when you are busy, Zoom! 12:00 turns to 1:00 one
to 2:00 and so on. At fifteen after the hour it finally slows down. I
hear Jesse say, "whew that was something". I then hear Brooke say
thank God I have tomorrow off."Amen" Jesse and Brittany say. The David
part of me gets a little shocked because I had no idea Brooke/I had
tomorrow off. I calm myself by thinking, " you wanted to know what you
were doing when you're her. Knowing you have Monday off is knowing what
your doing, more time to masturbate". We have a slow day after the rush.
At about 2:45. I drifted off in wondering if I have sex as Brooke and
enjoy it will I be gay when I go back to being David. When suddenly I'm
lifted up from behind when the stranger says" hey brookeback mountain
(holy shit does everyone use that nickname for me). I turn around and see
a 6'5 perfect example of surfer dude says, "how's it going sis?" I check
Brooke's memory bank to see about a brother, and wham! His name is
Parker, the brother closest to me in age who looks older than 17, despite
his height he hates basketball, but loves football. Brooke always felt
the mandatory protecting older sister, even after he shot up a foot
taller than her, and is the tallest of the Morgan brothers except for
third in line younger brother Brock 6'3½. He also offered to beat up Clay
after the cheating incident. I try not to let on to the fact that a
stranger is in his sister's body and say, " what are you doing here?"
Parker says "well Jamison and Brock are at practice and we don't see
Dewey much thanks to his newest girlfriend, so I thought why not visit my
favorite sister?" Oh God he thinks I'm his sister. "Need a lift back to
the dorm".
A Brooke memory pops in the second I say it "thanks but I'm closing at 5
" I hear Brittany say That's fine I can do it you can go" she says
softly. I don't need to be a woman to know that she wants to make Parker
her next conquest. I say thanks and leave with him. We go out, the rain
let up and the sun peaks out we get in the family van and take off. In an
attempt to break the silence he says " so how was your day" I tell him
"busy". So I try to break the ice I hear Brooke say I hear dad is
getting rid of the bike". The David part of me is shocked there is no way
I could have know that. I keep telling myself "Brooke knows it so you
know it" he says yeah. Then wham more Brooke memories of Brooke being 16
and Dewey being 8 And her dad taking him on the motorcycle for the first
time and starting it up and going down the street with Dewey beaming
holding on tight to the back of him. Beaming until he fell of backwards
banged his head on the back wheel and practically cracked his head open,
good thing he was wearing his helmet or he'd be dead. Brooke blocked out
a lot of that day but remembers crying in the hospital with her mother
screaming at her father. Dewey had a lot of brain damage and still can't
do basic math and has problems speaking, but he's improving. Mom didn't
speak to dad for a month after. I ask "so how is Dewey doing" being
serious "He is better he understands the multiplication table now". We
don't say much. He drops me off at the college dorm door and says, "we
still on for Friday?" I say yeah not fully knowing what he means than
Brooke remembers a cousin's getting married. I go up to let's just say
my apartment and unlock the door like it's second nature, Angie isn't
home yet so I go to my room and lay down on my bed and think Brooke must
be thankful she didn't have to use her body today. I was just about to
shut my eyes and drift off into sleep when I remember "wait! She has
every kind of dress I can imagine and I'm sleeping". I practically rip
the closet door and say, "let's try this bra thing again". I take out all
the bra and panties, there's no sexual thrill when I take my shirt and
pants this time, I'm naked again and look in the mirror. I can't describe
how weird it is to see a balding overweight average looking guy in the
mirror every day of your life and then one day seeing a beautiful naked
woman standing in his place. I take one of the few hook on's and put it
on with matching underwear it still doesn't seem real. I start small I
take something I've seen her in before. I take her green sweater and form
fitting jeans, comfortable I look in the mirror and she's exactly as I
remember her and think that she wouldn't slap me or interrupt. She's like
a life size dress up daisy doll and, just thinking about it makes me feel
weird, not wet, and just weird.
I take out a very pink t-shirt and put it on with pink panties. I then
look in the mirror and I hear Brooke say " OOOOOOHHHH MY GAWD THAT IS
SOOOOOO AWWEESOOMME" as feminine as I possibly can and it didn't sound
weird or like I was doing a Jesse impression. It sounded like a half
naked woman saying something's awesome in a feminine way. Then I see it.
A pink ball gown she got for her prom and keeps just in case. I see some
beauty products on her dresser. Now if anyone tells you it's easy to get
into a ball gown their lying. After some maneuvering and zipping and
buttoning I finally get into the dress I also put on the reddest lipstick
and the bluest eye shadow with my hair still in a ponytail. I find the
biggest heels I can find and put them on I lose my balance a lot and
finally look in the mirror and I see a gorgeous princess looking back at
me. She looks just as I had imagined her all she needs now to complete my
fantasy is for her to have sex with a better looking David while
ripping it off and moaning like porn star. After spending a good half an
hour carefully taking off the gown. I put my sweats back on, wash my face
off about 6 times to get the thick makeup off. I defrost a tv dinner and
watch a couple hours of tv. And go to bed early in sweats. I lie in bed
think " this is awesome I acted like someone else and convinced everyone
I was a hot woman, I can't wait for tomorrow". I fall asleep for the
first time in a long while, happy with myself inside and out
THEN THE DREAMS STARTED.....................
What dreams? You may ask. Well if this story gets good reviews I'll
make a Curious pt3 and tell you