Jane broke the silence. "Well. I've done my job, I don't have to be here anymore. So I'm going to go." I looked up, Jane wasn't the worst of the teen bullies that had plagued Raven in the past but she didn't deserve to have her life messed up either. An awkward silence filled the room before Jane simply left. Emma, who was at worst an observer in the old times, was a bit more reluctant to leave but she too was antsy to get away from the situation. I told her it was alright and that she could go too if she wanted.
I followed them to a small living room with a pull out sofa that they'd clearly been using the night before. Jane had already removed her pyjamas and was wearing only a red lace thong. The sight of a beautiful woman wearing next to nothing would normally make my mind jump but the whole situation dulled it. I watched the two change and eventually make their way to the door. Jane took one last look at me "Good luck." was all she could muster before heading out. Emma again was hesitant, she flashed me a small apologetic smile and reminded me that I could message her if I needed anything. In the short term she'd be around to help.
As she left, I had a mini Eureka moment. I could contact my old phone via the Tinder match! Surely if I explained rationally I could make the Old Raven understand, I hadn't bullied her, I never knew her so it'd be wrong to do this to me. I inputted the passcode which I knew to be 1901. Edgar Allan Poe's birthday. Opened up and saw... nothing. I had been blocked. My small hope dashed. I collapsed back on the bed. Between frustrated tears and a complete inability to do anything I drifted in and out of sleep.
Waking up hours later, I would once again understand the struggles of being this heavy. Getting up was a chore. By instinct I made my way to the bathroom, removing the cotton grey underwear set I made my way into the shower.
God, it took forever. There was so much to clean, so many nooks and crannies of folded skin. I lathered and caressed my new body, intentionally avoiding any areas that might give me any funny ideas until last. I rubbed down my arms and thighs, not exactly careful or detailed focus, just a quick shower to try and clear my mind.
I rubbed my hands with Shampoo and went through my hair, it felt different. Not just because I pictured my old short hair shaved down but even from my memory of the old Raven. It felt longer? After finishing my hair I tried doing other parts quickly, my armpits, my new tits and of course my pussy. All three threatened to start my mental panic. My armpits felt gross, not only were they huge vessels collecting sweat but there was more hair now than in my previous body. I lathered double just to try and curtail the problem that I knew they'd be. I wiped over my tits. It's strange, they're sensitive but not in a sexy way. I thought that I'd go mad feeling them but it was like... knowing someone else could do a better job? Finally, the place that would reinforce who I would be and smash against my male ego. Investigating, I found so much bush. An unkempt jungle that I would traverse for the first time. At this point I could hardly contain myself. I kept going further and further with my fat little fingers, searching desperate for my own sopping wet pussy.
Waves and waves of pleasure drowned out all thoughts. I don't know how long I spent searching for an ultimate release that didn't come. After god knows how long passed, I relented. It was like being blue balled to the extreme. I turned off the water, reached for a towel and dried myself off. If washing was bad, drying was worse. As I was wiping the wet damp skin, I caught my reflection for the first time. I dropped the towel to the floor and took slow agonising steps to the full body mirror. It was so much worse than I anticipated. I looked worse than she did, I was fatter, lumpier. My hair which looked soft and relatively plain was this frizzy curly mess with uneven spots of colour. My chin or chins were so noticeable. My tits which seemed perky and full were now seen as these dangling masses that were flatter than I thought. My face was squished, my nose especially seemed completely different to when I saw it. A slight upturn at the end gave it a slight snout-like look.
Exhausted, I headed over to my new bedroom, giving a proper lookover for perhaps the first time. A plain black bed with various bright hot pink and purple cushions and duvet laid against a pitch black wall with white chalk half wiped scrawls of what I assume were once magic symbols. To the sides of the rooms a badly painted black set of drawers and to my relief a computer desk with an old laptop and finally a small TV stand with a small TV. At least there'd be something to do. Despite having memories and a phone, I'm pretty sure this person who I had become had no friends, no one to speak with and so at least being able to entertain myself online would help pass time.
I made my way to my new clothes, it was exactly what I expected, mainly dresses as nothing else would really fit. Dark tones, flat shoes. It was uninspiring. I gingerly headed to the drawers and thought about collecting a pair of purple panties and a simple grey bra. I held them in my hands, they were huge. I wasn't even sure if I should be putting them on, so I kept searching. Underneath the various styles my hand touched cold plastic. I knew exactly what it was but I still wasn't ready to confront everything, so I ignored it. A pang of guilt from ruffling through someone else's clothes kept hitting but I had to ignore that too. Gathering a few clothes that made a serviceable outfit, I already knew I couldn't stay indoors 24/7. Money I'd have to start work as a fucking cashier, I had two days before I had to properly engage with this new life. Raven was already a notoriously poor worker, on her last warning before being fired and I'd rather have less issues on my plate then also being broke and homeless.
So I placed my legs through the panties and pulled, strapped on a bra with surprising ease, I placed the dress over my frame and put on some basic Mary Janes. Grabbing my new keys from the bowl beside the door, I took a deep breath and headed off outside.
The afternoon sun was rough, it beat down on me, I used my arms to shield myself. I slowly but surely made my way downstairs, my new flat was situated above a set of takeout chains. I didn't want to look inside, I figured they probably knew me as a regular.
I began walking, I knew the area well enough... At least I did now. Trying to familiarise myself with moving this frame, the learning curve was slow. I probably looked stupid taking small steps. My face flushed red with pure embarrassment, if I had seen me I wouldn't be able to stop myself from laughing.
